Luyện nghe bài hát Fugazi

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

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

Drowning in the seas on the picadilly line, rat-race
Scuttling through the electric labyrinth
(Caress hand with breaststroke ambition)
(An albatross in the marry tradition)

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

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

Cast as their sideshow
(Sideshow)

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

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

A Vietnamese flower, a union
A mistress of release from a thighs
Magdalene's contract more than
The feeding of western promise hold her by the throat

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

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

Son watches scan obituary columns
In of absent school friends
While his generation high fiber ignorance
Cowering behind and the taped up, painted windows

genocide
Provided to door Belsens
box of holocausts
Gracefully cruising satellite infested

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

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

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