Luyện nghe bài hát Fugazi

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

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

in the liquid seas on the picadilly line, rat-race
Scuttling through the electric labyrinth
(Caress hand with breaststroke ambition)
(An in the marry time tradition)

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

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

Cast adrift as their
(Sideshow)

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

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

A Vietnamese flower, a dockland
A mistress of release from a thighs
contract more than favors
The feeding hands of western promise hold her by the

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

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

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

Decriminalized
Provided door to door
box of holocausts
Gracefully cruising satellite heavens

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

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

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

are the prophets?