Luyện nghe bài hát Fugazi

Vodka intimate, an affair with isolation in a Blackheath
the fires in a private hell
Provoking the heartache to renew the
Of a bleeding heart in a fragile capsule

Propping up the crust of the conscience
Wrapped in the shard of a hangover
Baptized in tears the real, tears from the real

Drowning in the seas on the picadilly line, rat-race
Scuttling the damp electric labyrinth
(Caress hand with breaststroke ambition)
(An albatross in the time tradition)

Sheathed with the Walkman wear the of distortion
Aural aborting pregnant conversation
(She turned the harpoon and it my heart)
(She hung herself my neck)

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

Cast adrift as their
(Sideshow)

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

The of Baghdad hides in Islington now
Praying for his sacred cow
A legacy of romance from a twilight
The of a relative mystery girl

A Vietnamese flower, a dockland
A mistress of release from a thighs
Magdalene's contract more than
The hands of western promise hold her by the throat

A son of the Swastika of '45, parading a peroxide
Graffiti disciples testaments of hatred
Aerosol whisper where the searchlights
the barbed wire hedges, this is Brixton chess

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

Son father scan obituary columns
In of absent school friends
While his digests high fiber ignorance
Cowering behind and the taped up, painted windows

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

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

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

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

Where are the