Luyện nghe bài hát Fugazi

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

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

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

Sheathed with the wear the halo of distortion
contraceptive aborting pregnant conversation
(She turned the harpoon and it 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 adrift as their
(Sideshow)

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

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

A Vietnamese flower, a union
A mistress of from a magazine's thighs
contract more than favors
The feeding hands of western promise her by the throat

A son of the of '45, parading a peroxide standard
Graffiti disciples conjure testaments of
wands whisper where the searchlights
Trim the barbed wire hedges, this is chess

A knight for embankments folds his newspaper
A creature of habit, begs the coin
He'll 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 school
his generation digests high fiber ignorance
Cowering behind curtains and the taped up, windows

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

Waiting, waiting the season of the
The penultimate
Radioactive for the fashionably
For the insane, insane

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

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

are the prophets?