Luyện nghe bài hát Fugazi

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

Propping up the crust of the conscience
in the christening shard of a hangover
Baptized in tears the real, tears 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 pregnant
(She turned the harpoon and it my heart)
(She herself around my neck)

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

adrift as their sideshow
(Sideshow)

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

The of Baghdad hides in Islington now
Praying deportation for his cow
A of romance from a twilight world
The dowry of a mystery girl

A Vietnamese flower, a union
A mistress of release from a magazine's
Magdalene's contract more favors
The feeding hands of western promise her by the throat

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

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

Son father scan obituary columns
In search of school friends
While his generation digests fiber ignorance
Cowering behind curtains and the taped up, painted

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

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

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

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

Where are the