Luyện nghe bài hát Kerouac

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

Notes, music, words, a
A quote, a eight, a figure
If you close to the drummer
It's like a mirror and you're

Like you're in a seat
No on the doors
Just a beautiful up front
She knows where she's

Kerouac, the observation
the most passing of scenes
With photographic
Passionate love

Vulnerable as knew
His pull shades up and down
Doors are knocked on, telegrams
Every morning, something vivid

everything
Like a of melody
A remembering, mythologizing
So fast, all the moving

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

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