Luyện nghe bài hát Kerouac

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

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

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

Kerouac, the machine
Caressing the most of scenes
With photographic
Passionate love

as anyone knew
His memories pull up and down
Doors are knocked on, arrive
Every morning, something 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 sudden

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