Luyện nghe bài hát Fugazi

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

Propping up the of the glitter conscience
in the christening shard of a hangover
Baptized in from the real, tears from the real

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

Sheathed 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 in their conscience bubbles
and dry in my sea of troubles
Nine to fives, with ties

Cast adrift as sideshow
(Sideshow)

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

The thief of Baghdad hides in now
Praying for his sacred cow
A legacy of romance a twilight world
The dowry of a relative girl

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

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

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

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

Decriminalized
Provided door to Belsens
Pandora's box of
Gracefully satellite infested heavens

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

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

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

Where are the