Luyện nghe bài hát Lazy Flies

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

A hideous vanishes in thin air
The of slaves, who wants to be there?
To sweep the debris, to harness
To ride in the sun, a life of
in the dust

Out in the mangroves, the mynah cry
In the shadows of sulfur, the trawlers by
They're dried meat
A house of disrepute, the of opiates
And syphilis patients on brochure

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

A hideous game in thin air
The of slaves, who wants to be there?
To the debris, to harness dead horses
To ride in the sun, a of confessions
Written in the

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