Luyện nghe bài hát Fugazi

Vodka intimate, an affair with isolation in a Blackheath
the fires in a private hell
Provoking the heartache to the license
Of a bleeding heart in a fragile capsule

Propping up the crust of the glitter
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 damp electric
(Caress hand with breaststroke ambition)
(An albatross in the time tradition)

Sheathed with the Walkman the halo of distortion
Aural contraceptive aborting pregnant
(She the harpoon and it pierced my heart)
(She hung around my neck)

From the guardians in their conscience bubbles
Safe and dry in my sea of
Nine to fives, with ties

Cast as their sideshow
(Sideshow)

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

The thief of Baghdad in Islington now
Praying deportation for his cow
A of romance from a twilight world
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 her by the throat

A son of the Swastika of '45, parading a peroxide
Graffiti disciples conjure of hatred
Aerosol wands whisper the searchlights
Trim the barbed wire hedges, is Brixton chess

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

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

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

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

Do-do-do you
Do-do-do you
Do-do-do you
This is totally fugazi

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

Where are the