Luyện nghe bài hát Fugazi

Vodka intimate, an with isolation in a Blackheath cell
Extinguishing the fires in a private
Provoking the heartache to the license
Of a heart poet in a fragile capsule

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

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

Sheathed with the Walkman wear the halo of
Aural contraceptive aborting conversation
(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 adrift as their
(Sideshow)

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

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

A Vietnamese flower, a union
A of release from a magazine's thighs
Magdalene's more than favors
The feeding hands of western promise hold her by the

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

A knight for embankments folds his newspaper
A of habit, begs 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 father obituary columns
In search of absent friends
While his generation digests high ignorance
Cowering behind curtains and the taped up, windows

genocide
Provided door to door
box of holocausts
Gracefully cruising infested heavens

Waiting, waiting the season of the
The migration
perfumes for the fashionably
For the terminally insane,

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

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

are the prophets?