Luyện nghe bài hát Lazy Flies

Lazy flies all above
The magistrate, he on his gloves
And he to the clouds, all pink and disheveled
There must be blueprints
Some creed of the inscribed in our minds

A game vanishes in thin air
The vanity of slaves, who wants to be
To sweep the debris, to harness
To in the sun, a life of confessions
Written in the

Out in the mangroves, the mynah cry
In the shadows of sulfur, the trawlers by
chewing dried meat
A house of disrepute, the dust of
And syphilis on brochure vacations

Fear has a glare traps you like searchlights
The puritans stare souls are fluorescent
The skin of a vibrates with pleasure
Matrons and gigolos in the parlor
Their hand-grenade eyes, and blind

A game vanishes in thin air
The vanity of slaves, who to be there?
To sweep the debris, to harness horses
To in the sun, a life of confessions
in the dust

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