Luyện nghe bài hát I Remember

Who's
Who's

And I remember of laughter
And lunatics lost in your
propaganda scrolling across my mind
Like guerrilla

and, and wooden spoons
Flies in the
across my mind

Smiling but dead, but dead
Smiling but dead, but dead
but dead, smiling but dead

Crawling on kitchens
TV streaming
And corporate consciousness my brain
Cracked porcelain
Covered with insects and dishes

The early morning of, of grade school
stockings to hide the bruises
The secret friends, festive
And in their, in their Sunday best
Pretending to like other

Generations and
Of loneliness, sad
Stealing in the dead of night
To escape jawed henchmen
In, in the hungry trucks of an angry
Miles and away

Patience and
Waking on the of the road
Hissing radiator, cracked like, like burned skin
And so hot
A nuclear holocaust felt like
A cyclonian

I the first time
I it alive inside me, turning
But the dead moving
Within the folds of its embrace

Opening and those black feathers
Inches at a
Its beak, its, its
Pushing and pushing and, and
And digging the membrane

And I remember going
And to it hum
I'm feeling it in its mysteries
Exploring me with

I this
And I know I never had a
There was never any it

and God
and God