Luyện nghe bài hát Fugazi

Vodka intimate, an affair isolation in a Blackheath cell
Extinguishing the fires in a private
Provoking the heartache to the license
Of a bleeding heart in a fragile capsule

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

Drowning in the liquid seas on the picadilly line,
through the damp electric labyrinth
(Caress Ophelia's hand breaststroke ambition)
(An albatross in the marry tradition)

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

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

Cast adrift as sideshow
(Sideshow)

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

The thief of Baghdad in Islington now
Praying deportation for his cow
A legacy of romance from a world
The dowry of a relative girl

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

A son of the Swastika of '45, parading a peroxide
Graffiti disciples conjure of hatred
Aerosol wands where the searchlights
Trim the barbed wire hedges, is Brixton chess

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

Son watches scan obituary columns
In search of absent friends
While his digests high fiber ignorance
Cowering behind curtains and the taped up, painted

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

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

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

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

are the prophets?