Luyện nghe bài hát Fugazi

Vodka intimate, an with isolation in a Blackheath cell
the fires in a private hell
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 seas on the line, rat-race
Scuttling through the electric labyrinth
(Caress Ophelia's hand breaststroke ambition)
(An albatross in the time tradition)

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

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

Cast adrift as sideshow
(Sideshow)

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

The thief of hides in Islington now
Praying for his sacred cow
A of romance 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 more than
The feeding hands of western promise hold her by the

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

A knight for 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 with the heartburn of Good last supper

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

Decriminalized
Provided door to door
Pandora's box of
Gracefully cruising satellite heavens

Waiting, waiting the season of the
The penultimate
Radioactive for the fashionably
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 poets to breach the dawn of the mercenary?
Where are the prophets, are the visionaries?
Where are the poets to the dawn of the sentimental mercenary?

are the prophets?