Luyện nghe bài hát Fugazi

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

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

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

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

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

Cast adrift as their
(Sideshow)

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

The thief of Baghdad hides in now
Praying 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 release from a magazine's
contract more than favors
The feeding hands of western promise her by the throat

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

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

Son father scan obituary columns
In of absent school friends
While his generation digests high fiber
Cowering curtains and the taped up, painted windows

Decriminalized
Provided to door Belsens
box of holocausts
Gracefully cruising infested heavens

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

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

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

are the prophets?