Luyện nghe bài hát Fugazi

Vodka intimate, an affair with isolation in a cell
the fires in a private hell
Provoking the to renew the license
Of a heart poet in a fragile capsule

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

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

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

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

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 legacy of from a twilight world
The of a relative mystery girl

A flower, a dockland union
A mistress of release a magazine's thighs
Magdalene's contract than favors
The hands of western 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 knight for folds his newspaper castle
A of habit, begs the boatman's coin
He'll fade with old in the grease stained roll call
And with the heartburn of Good Friday's last supper

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

Decriminalized
door to door Belsens
Pandora's box of
Gracefully cruising satellite heavens

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

are the prophets?