Luyện nghe bài hát Faith Salons

in the faith salons they do your nails for fifteen dimes a bottle,
someone in the waits for your arrival.
in the faith salons the deals are struck, making out of dust and clay.
the man gives you sixty on the dollar, and walks away.
in the middle of your book of ages you write your down to the letter.
tired of chances and singles dances.
her robes were purple velvet feeling like the of cairo.
prisoners to and slaves to paper gods.
in the salons....

the books of massacres and disasters,
beguiled by belligerence learned from the masters.
the child on the was a mimic mime of babble.
the mother knitted that the child would unravel.
in the salons....

they medicines for madness, madness caused by drugs,
something for your headache and a to kill the bugs.
you walk the catwalk of polyphony, and charades of destiny.
to whose myth of creation will you finally upon your knees and cry for forgiveness denied.
in the salons....

she'd appear like a belligerent in my dreams,
in my living room, all apart and blue,
where the flew and the sky tore like a sheet of rain, of dust.
peace is a distant mirage where the only truth is the and chance the only landmark in the desert.
sleeping in doorways. underneath the frescoes, she'd say, it's your pain. in the faith salons....