Luyện nghe bài hát Fugazi

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

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

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

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

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

Cast adrift as sideshow
(Sideshow)

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

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

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

A son of the Swastika of '45, parading a standard
Graffiti conjure testaments of hatred
Aerosol whisper where the searchlights
Trim the barbed wire hedges, is Brixton chess

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

Son watches father scan obituary
In search of absent school
While his generation digests high ignorance
Cowering behind curtains and the up, painted windows

genocide
Provided door to door
box of holocausts
Gracefully satellite infested heavens

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

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

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

Where are the