Luyện nghe bài hát Fugazi

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

Propping up the crust of the glitter
Wrapped in the christening of a hangover
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 Ophelia's hand breaststroke ambition)
(An in the marry time tradition)

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

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

adrift as their sideshow
(Sideshow)

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

The thief of Baghdad in Islington now
Praying for his sacred cow
A legacy of romance a twilight world
The dowry of a relative girl

A flower, a dockland union
A mistress of from a magazine's thighs
contract more than favors
The feeding hands of western promise her by the throat

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

A for embankments 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 father scan columns
In of absent school friends
While his generation digests fiber ignorance
Cowering curtains and the taped up, painted windows

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

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

Do-do-do you
Do-do-do you
Do-do-do you
world is totally fugazi

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

Where are the