Luyện nghe bài hát Kerouac

Kerouac, yeah,
His words, the words, so many just
All of the same horn
Sisters of the

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

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

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

Vulnerable as knew
His memories pull shades up and
Doors are knocked on, arrive
Every morning, extra vivid

everything
Like a snatch of
A drumbeat remembering,
So fast, all the moving

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

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