Luyện nghe bài hát Fugazi

Vodka intimate, an with isolation in a Blackheath cell
Extinguishing the fires in a private
the heartache to renew the license
Of a bleeding heart poet in a fragile

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

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

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

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

adrift as their sideshow
(Sideshow)

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

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

A Vietnamese flower, a union
A mistress of from a magazine's thighs
Magdalene's more than favors
The feeding of western promise hold her by the throat

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

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

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

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

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

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

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