Luyện nghe bài hát Fugazi

Vodka intimate, an affair with isolation in a cell
Extinguishing the fires in a hell
Provoking the heartache to renew the
Of a bleeding heart in a fragile capsule

Propping up the of the glitter conscience
Wrapped in the shard of a hangover
Baptized in from the real, tears from the real

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

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

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

adrift as their sideshow
(Sideshow)

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

The thief of hides 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 of release from a magazine's thighs
Magdalene's contract more favors
The feeding hands of western promise hold her by the

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

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

Son watches scan obituary columns
In search of absent school
his generation digests high fiber ignorance
Cowering behind and the taped up, painted windows

genocide
Provided to door Belsens
box of holocausts
Gracefully cruising satellite infested

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

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

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

are the prophets?