Luyện nghe bài hát Fugazi

Vodka intimate, an affair with isolation in a Blackheath
Extinguishing the fires in a hell
Provoking the to renew the license
Of a bleeding poet in a fragile capsule

up the crust of the glitter conscience
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
through the damp electric labyrinth
(Caress hand with breaststroke ambition)
(An in the marry time tradition)

Sheathed the Walkman wear the halo of distortion
Aural contraceptive aborting pregnant
(She the harpoon and it pierced 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 ties

Cast adrift as sideshow
(Sideshow)

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

The thief of hides in Islington now
deportation for his sacred cow
A legacy of romance a twilight world
The dowry of a relative mystery

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

A son of the Swastika of '45, parading a peroxide
Graffiti disciples conjure testaments of
Aerosol whisper where the searchlights
Trim the barbed wire hedges, this is Brixton

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

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

genocide
Provided door to Belsens
Pandora's box of
cruising satellite infested heavens

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

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

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 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?