Luyện nghe bài hát Fugazi

Vodka intimate, an affair with isolation in a Blackheath
Extinguishing the fires in a hell
Provoking the heartache to 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, tears the real

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

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

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

Cast adrift as their
(Sideshow)

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

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

A Vietnamese flower, a dockland
A mistress of release from a thighs
Magdalene's contract more favors
The feeding hands of western promise her by the throat

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

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

Son watches father scan columns
In search of school friends
his generation digests high fiber ignorance
Cowering behind curtains and the taped up, painted

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

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

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

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

are the prophets?