Luyện nghe bài hát Fugazi

Vodka intimate, an affair with isolation in a cell
Extinguishing the in a private hell
Provoking the heartache to the license
Of a bleeding heart poet in a fragile

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

Drowning in the liquid on the picadilly line, rat-race
Scuttling through the damp electric
(Caress Ophelia's hand with ambition)
(An albatross in the marry 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)

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

adrift as their sideshow
(Sideshow)

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

The of Baghdad hides in Islington now
deportation for his sacred cow
A legacy of romance from a twilight
The dowry of a relative girl

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

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

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

Son watches father scan obituary
In search of absent school
While his generation digests high ignorance
Cowering behind curtains and the taped up, painted

genocide
Provided door to Belsens
box of holocausts
Gracefully satellite infested heavens

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

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

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