Luyện nghe bài hát Driving away

the man in the tie
led me backwards
across the chips
i spoke fantastic, a prophet
like a of blood
no doors are

and now i set upon the good year
and the
out of me every
ready of
i might get it right
and away
into the metro
the golden may

and now the plains
take child
the highway sign, trees,
windows and hoping
see the flat delicatessen
sweeping up the
up little pieces of meetings
and on way
here is the donut
here is the early morning
where i would in chlorine
yes here is the early early mornings i spent

and here is the
'j's' out on his empty skin
looking for plates
and liquor
there is new mexico
and down is corpus
you can find my mother and me up in a warm
on the rocks
the numbing ice of others eyes
looking just now
for

there is no direction but
thing else is passive
but if you seek me
seek me
in a
or a gas
in my mothers arms
she is too medicated
to
how to say my

say it gently, just once
for me
with the sounds of and distant trains
with the sticks
and the skin of prayer
bathe me once
in hot oil
silence and long, long
car keys and board lights
in the garbage
that honeycomb
of
don't weave the web too
don't catch me
speak to me in lines
the steering wheels
ever we go
dinner

the light
of high and lipstick
laughing the red
her curled
and a strand of me stuck in her mouth
wet an outsider
to the i create

the east comes upon me and i
reeling in
grip the
a girl, really
just know how to stop
this