Luyện nghe bài hát Fugazi

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

Propping up the crust of the conscience
in the christening shard of a hangover
Baptized in tears from the real, tears from the

Drowning in the liquid seas on the picadilly line,
Scuttling the damp electric labyrinth
(Caress Ophelia's hand with 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 guardians 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, 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 mystery girl

A Vietnamese flower, a union
A mistress of release a magazine's thighs
Magdalene's contract more favors
The hands of western promise hold her by the throat

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

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

Son father scan obituary columns
In of absent school friends
While his generation digests fiber ignorance
Cowering behind curtains and the taped up, windows

genocide
Provided door to Belsens
box of holocausts
Gracefully cruising infested 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
you realize
This world is totally

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

Where are the