Luyện nghe bài hát Fugazi

Vodka intimate, an affair with isolation in a cell
Extinguishing the in a private hell
Provoking the heartache to renew the
Of a bleeding heart poet in a capsule

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

Drowning in the liquid seas on the picadilly line,
Scuttling through the damp electric
(Caress hand with breaststroke ambition)
(An albatross in the marry tradition)

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

From the guardians in their conscience bubbles
Safe and dry in my sea of
Nine to fives, with suitable

Cast adrift as their
(Sideshow)

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

The thief of hides in Islington now
Praying deportation for his cow
A legacy of romance from a world
The dowry of a relative girl

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

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

A knight for embankments folds his newspaper
A creature of habit, begs the boatman's
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 search of absent friends
While his digests high fiber ignorance
Cowering curtains and the taped up, painted windows

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

Waiting, waiting the season of the
The penultimate
Radioactive perfumes for the
For the terminally insane,

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

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

Where are the