Luyện nghe bài hát Here's Lookin' At You

Staring at a ghost across a set for two
This is the last call the credits roll
The charm of silver screen depression in alcohol it's so seductive
Filtered through tobacco it's so fucking intoxicating

The way they glimmer the grain
And dysfunction such a fashion
Jimmy suicidal sex appeal
The alcoholic is the last true romantic
and smelling of stale gasoline

Making James Dean speeches to an room
Audrey some lipstick on her cigarette in the ashtray
a note scrawled on a napkin saying, "This is glamor"
This is where cues the delusion

That everything looked blue through Sinatra's eyes
What America needs is another overdose
Celestial bodies constructed on set destined to in the headlines
Another dry martini and a Godspeed
Norma Jean, I hope you us one last sleeping pill

it again for me
The tragedy of a track marked queen
The in the magazine
She looks all to me
Oh she looks so to me

But something in the way she moves
Like I to make me want you
Tonight I feel fame, dreary and estranged
I'd scratch through glass not to be you, without you

lotta shakin' going on
Whole shakin' going on
lotta shakin' going on