Luyện nghe bài hát Fugazi

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

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

Drowning in the liquid seas on the picadilly line,
Scuttling through the damp electric
(Caress Ophelia's hand with ambition)
(An in the marry time tradition)

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

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

Cast as their sideshow
(Sideshow)

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

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

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

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

A knight for embankments 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 scan obituary columns
In search of absent friends
his generation digests high fiber ignorance
Cowering behind curtains and the up, painted windows

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

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

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

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

are the prophets?