Luyện nghe bài hát Fugazi

Vodka intimate, an affair with isolation in a cell
the fires in a private hell
Provoking the to renew the license
Of a heart poet in a fragile capsule

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

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

with the Walkman wear the halo of distortion
Aural aborting pregnant conversation
(She the harpoon and it pierced my heart)
(She herself around my neck)

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

Cast as their sideshow
(Sideshow)

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

The of Baghdad hides in Islington now
Praying deportation for his cow
A legacy of romance from a world
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 hands of western promise hold her by the throat

A son of the Swastika of '45, a peroxide standard
disciples conjure testaments of hatred
Aerosol wands whisper where the
Trim the barbed hedges, this is Brixton chess

A for embankments folds his newspaper castle
A creature of habit, begs the coin
fade with old soldiers 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
While his generation high fiber ignorance
Cowering behind and the taped 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 terminally insane,

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

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

Where are the