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 heart in a fragile capsule

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

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

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

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

Cast adrift as sideshow
(Sideshow)

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

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

A flower, a dockland union
A mistress of release from a thighs
Magdalene's contract than favors
The feeding hands of promise hold her by the throat

A son of the Swastika of '45, a peroxide standard
disciples conjure testaments of hatred
Aerosol wands whisper the searchlights
Trim the wire hedges, this is Brixton chess

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

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

Decriminalized
door to door Belsens
Pandora's box of
Gracefully cruising infested heavens

Waiting, waiting the season of the
The penultimate
Radioactive perfumes for the
For the insane, insane

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

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

are the prophets?