Luyện nghe bài hát Fugazi

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

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

Drowning in the liquid seas on the picadilly line,
Scuttling through the damp labyrinth
(Caress hand with breaststroke ambition)
(An albatross in the marry tradition)

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

From the 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 of romance from a twilight world
The dowry of a relative girl

A Vietnamese flower, a union
A mistress of from a magazine's thighs
Magdalene's contract more than
The feeding hands of western hold her by the throat

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Where are the