Luyện nghe bài hát Faith Salons

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

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

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

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