Luyện nghe bài hát Condor Ave

She took the Oldsmobile out past Condor
She locked the car an' slipped past into rhythmic
burning, voice dry and hoarse

I threw the screen door like a bastard and forth
The chimes fell over each other, I fell my knees
Sound of the car driving off made me diseased

A sick shouting like you hear at the
Now I'm picking up to put away anything of yours still around
I don't know what to do with your clothes or letters
It'll make a out of you

She took the Oldsmobile out past Avenue
The fairground's lit, a drunk man
By the gate she's driving

Got his hat bottle back in between his teeth
like he's buried in the sand at the beach
I can't think about you off to leave barely awake
To a little nap while the road is straight

I wish that car had never been
took away the bottle and the hat he was under
That's the one thing he could never do
And it'll make a out of you

She the Oldsmobile out past Condor Avenue
Cops were running the scene
for some kind of clue

They never get when a moth gets crushed
Unless a light bulb really loved him very
I'm lying down, blowing smoke from my
Little whisper smoke signs that you'll get

You're in Oldsmobile driving by the moon
burning bright ahead of you
And someone's burning out on Condor
Trying to a whisper out of you

What a shitty to say, did you really mean it?
You never said a to me about what passed between us
So now I'm leaving you
You can do the hell you want to