Luyện nghe bài hát Fugazi

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

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

Drowning in the liquid seas on the line, rat-race
Scuttling through the damp labyrinth
(Caress Ophelia's hand breaststroke ambition)
(An albatross in the time tradition)

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

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

Cast as their sideshow
(Sideshow)

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

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

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

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

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

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

genocide
Provided door to door
box of holocausts
Gracefully satellite infested heavens

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

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

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

Where are the