Luyện nghe bài hát Fugazi

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

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

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

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

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

Cast adrift as sideshow
(Sideshow)

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

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

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

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

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

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

genocide
Provided door to Belsens
box of holocausts
Gracefully cruising infested heavens

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

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

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

Where are the