Luyện nghe bài hát Fugazi

Vodka intimate, an with isolation in a Blackheath cell
Extinguishing the fires in a hell
Provoking the heartache to renew the
Of a bleeding heart poet in a capsule

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

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

Sheathed with the Walkman wear the of distortion
Aural contraceptive aborting conversation
(She turned the harpoon and it my heart)
(She hung herself my neck)

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

Cast as their sideshow
(Sideshow)

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

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

A flower, a dockland union
A mistress of release from a magazine's
Magdalene's contract than favors
The feeding hands of western promise her by the throat

A son of the Swastika of '45, a peroxide standard
Graffiti disciples testaments of hatred
Aerosol whisper where the searchlights
Trim the barbed wire hedges, 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 stained roll
And linger with the heartburn of Friday's last supper

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

genocide
Provided to door Belsens
Pandora's box of
Gracefully satellite infested heavens

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

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

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

Where are the