Luyện nghe bài hát Driving away

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

and now i set upon the good year
and the
wrenching out of me
ready of
that i get it right
and walk
the metro sunset
the golden may

and now the plains
your child
the sign, banana trees,
windows parted and
see the faced delicatessen
up the afternoon
pick up pieces of meetings
and on way
is the donut shop
here is the early light
where i would drool in
yes here is the early early i spent training

and here is the
chasing out on his empty skin
for license plates
and liquor
over is new mexico
and there is corpus
you can my mother and me wrapped up in a warm
on the rocks
the numbing ice of others eyes
just like now
for

there is no direction but
every thing else is
but if you seek me
me there
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 trucks and distant
with the sticks
and the burnt of prayer
bathe me again
in hot oil
silence and long, days
car and dash board lights
in the garbage
that honeycomb
of
don't the web too tight
don't me tonight
speak to me in lines
the wheels turning
ever we go
dinner

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

the entire east upon me and i
reeling in
the wheel
a good girl,
just know how to stop
thing