Luyện nghe bài hát Fugazi

Vodka intimate, an affair with in a Blackheath cell
the fires in a private hell
Provoking the heartache to the license
Of a bleeding poet in a fragile capsule

Propping up the crust of the glitter
Wrapped in the christening shard of a
in tears from the real, tears from the real

Drowning in the liquid seas on the line, rat-race
through the damp electric labyrinth
(Caress Ophelia's with breaststroke ambition)
(An albatross in the marry tradition)

Sheathed the Walkman wear the halo of distortion
Aural contraceptive pregnant conversation
(She turned the and it pierced my heart)
(She herself around my neck)

From the time-life guardians in their conscience
and dry in my sea of troubles
Nine to fives, with suitable

Cast as their sideshow
(Sideshow)

(Peepshow)
Stereo hero becalm, be still,
Drowning, in the real

The thief of hides in Islington now
deportation for his sacred cow
A legacy of romance from a twilight
The dowry of a relative mystery

A Vietnamese flower, a union
A mistress of release a magazine's thighs
Magdalene's more than favors
The feeding hands of western promise her by the throat

A son of the of '45, parading a peroxide standard
disciples conjure testaments of hatred
Aerosol whisper where the searchlights
Trim the barbed wire hedges, this is Brixton

A knight for embankments folds his castle
A creature of habit, begs the coin
He'll fade with old soldiers in the stained roll call
And linger with the heartburn of Good last supper

Son watches scan obituary columns
In search of absent friends
While his generation high fiber ignorance
behind curtains and the taped up, painted windows

Decriminalized
Provided to door Belsens
box of holocausts
Gracefully satellite infested heavens

Waiting, waiting the of the button
The migration
Radioactive perfumes for the
For the insane, insane

you realize
Do-do-do you
you realize
This is totally fugazi

Where are the prophets, are the visionaries?
are the poets to breach the dawn of the sentimental mercenary?
Where are the prophets, where are the
Where are the poets to breach the dawn of the mercenary?
are the prophets, where are the visionaries?
Where are the poets to breach the of the sentimental mercenary?

are the prophets?