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 a mirror and you're invisible

you're in a back seat
No handles on the
a beautiful driver up front
She knows she's going

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

Vulnerable as anyone
His pull shades up and down
are knocked on, telegrams arrive
Every morning, extra vivid

Remembering
Like a snatch of
A drumbeat remembering,
So fast, all the time

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

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