Luyện nghe bài hát Kerouac

Kerouac, yeah,
His words, the words, so words just
All brothers of the same
of the saxophone

Notes, music, words, a
A quote, a figure eight, a
If you listen to the drummer
like a mirror and you're invisible

Like you're in a back
No on the doors
Just a driver up front
She knows she's going

Kerouac, the observation
Caressing the most passing of
photographic love
Passionate photographic

Vulnerable as anyone
His memories pull shades up and
Doors are on, telegrams arrive
morning, something extra vivid

Remembering
a snatch of melody
A remembering, mythologizing
So fast, all the time

The words, the are drumsticks
out drum beats
Like a monk, like a monk,
With mistakes, yeah, mistakes and inspirations

Edges, corners, explosions,
All fast through a slow motion
Yeah, fast through a slow landscape