Luyện nghe bài hát Fugazi

Vodka intimate, an affair with isolation in a cell
Extinguishing the in a private hell
Provoking the heartache to the license
Of a bleeding heart poet in a fragile

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

Drowning in the liquid seas on the picadilly line,
Scuttling through the damp labyrinth
(Caress hand with breaststroke ambition)
(An albatross in the marry tradition)

Sheathed with the Walkman the halo of distortion
Aural contraceptive aborting pregnant
(She the harpoon and it pierced my heart)
(She hung around my neck)

From the time-life guardians in conscience bubbles
Safe and dry in my sea of
Nine to fives, suitable ties

Cast as their sideshow
(Sideshow)

(Peepshow)
Stereo becalm, be still, bewitch
Drowning, drowning in the

The thief of Baghdad in Islington now
deportation for his sacred cow
A legacy of romance from a world
The dowry of a relative girl

A Vietnamese flower, a dockland
A of release from a magazine's thighs
Magdalene's more than favors
The feeding hands of western hold her by the throat

A son of the Swastika of '45, parading a standard
Graffiti disciples conjure of hatred
Aerosol wands where the searchlights
Trim the barbed wire hedges, is Brixton chess

A for embankments folds his newspaper castle
A creature of habit, begs the boatman's
He'll fade with old in the grease stained roll call
And linger with the heartburn of Good Friday's supper

Son watches scan obituary columns
In search of absent school
his generation digests high fiber ignorance
Cowering behind curtains and the up, painted windows

genocide
Provided to door Belsens
Pandora's box of
Gracefully cruising satellite infested

Waiting, the season of the button
The migration
perfumes for the fashionably
For the insane, insane

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

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

Where are the