Luyện nghe bài hát Fugazi

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

Propping up the crust of the conscience
in the christening shard of a hangover
Baptized in 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 breaststroke ambition)
(An in the marry time tradition)

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

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

Cast adrift as their
(Sideshow)

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

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

A flower, a dockland union
A mistress of from a magazine's thighs
Magdalene's contract more favors
The feeding hands of western promise hold her by the

A son of the of '45, parading a peroxide standard
Graffiti disciples conjure testaments of
Aerosol wands whisper 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
fade with old soldiers in the grease stained roll call
And linger the heartburn of Good Friday's last supper

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

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

Waiting, the season of the button
The penultimate
Radioactive for the fashionably
For the terminally 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 of the sentimental mercenary?
Where are the prophets, where are the
Where are the poets to the dawn of the sentimental mercenary?
Where are the prophets, where are the
Where are the poets to breach the of the sentimental mercenary?

are the prophets?