Luyện nghe bài hát Fugazi

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

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

Drowning in the liquid seas on the line, rat-race
Scuttling through the damp labyrinth
(Caress Ophelia's with breaststroke ambition)
(An in the marry time tradition)

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

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

adrift as their sideshow
(Sideshow)

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

The thief of Baghdad hides in now
Praying deportation for his cow
A legacy of from a twilight world
The dowry of a relative mystery

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

A son of the Swastika of '45, parading a standard
Graffiti disciples testaments of hatred
Aerosol wands whisper where the
Trim the barbed wire hedges, this is chess

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

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

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

Waiting, waiting the of the button
The penultimate
perfumes for the fashionably
For the insane, insane

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

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