Luyện nghe bài hát Fugazi

Vodka intimate, an affair isolation in a Blackheath cell
Extinguishing the fires in a hell
the heartache to renew the license
Of a bleeding heart poet in a capsule

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

Drowning in the liquid 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 wear the halo of distortion
contraceptive aborting pregnant conversation
(She turned the harpoon and it my heart)
(She hung herself my neck)

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

Cast adrift as sideshow
(Sideshow)

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

The thief of Baghdad in Islington now
Praying for his sacred cow
A legacy of from a twilight world
The dowry of a relative girl

A Vietnamese flower, a dockland
A of release from a magazine's thighs
contract more than favors
The feeding of western promise hold her by the throat

A son of the Swastika of '45, parading a standard
disciples conjure testaments of hatred
Aerosol wands whisper the searchlights
the barbed wire hedges, this is Brixton chess

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

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

Decriminalized
Provided door to door
Pandora's box of
Gracefully cruising 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 to breach the dawn of the sentimental mercenary?
Where are the prophets, are the visionaries?
Where are the poets to the dawn of the sentimental mercenary?
Where are the prophets, are the visionaries?
Where are the poets to the dawn of the sentimental mercenary?

are the prophets?