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
It's like a mirror and you're

Like you're in a back
No handles on the
Just a beautiful driver up
She knows where going

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

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

everything
Like a snatch of
A remembering, mythologizing
So fast, all the time

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

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