Luyện nghe bài hát Leaving LA

I was living on the
By the tower and hiking trails
the big one hit I'd have a seat
To watch masters abandon their and dogs run free
O it's time to leave
Take the van and the down to New Orleans
Leave under the gaze of the queens
5 foot chicks with parted selling sweatshop jeans

L.A. phonies and their Pitchfork bands
Sound dollar signs and Amy Grant
So reads the pulled quote my last cover piece
Entitled "The Oldest Man in Rock Speaks"
You can hear it all the airwaves
The manufactured gasp of the final
Someone should tell them 'bout the time that they don't
To praise the glorious future and the past

A few things the songwriter
Arrows of Love, a mask of
But if you want ecstasy or birth
Just run the tap until the water's
Anything else you can get
A myth or a .45
You're going to one or the other to survive
Where only the armed or the funny make it out alive taunts me 'neath the tree
She's like, "Oh great, that's just we all need
Another guy in 2017
Who takes himself seriously"
She's not far off, the thing is
That's much what I thought when I started this
It took me all my to learn to the play the G
But the of Oedipus was a total breeze

But still I of garnering on rave reviews
Just little north of God's own truth
He's a treasure now, and here's the proof
In the form of his major debut
A little human with each release
Closing the gap between the and me
I I'd never do this, but is it okay
Don't want to be guy but it's my birthday
If ends with the photo then I'm on my way

oh-ho-ho-ho-oh

I watched my old guards all
Blow away more violence than my past
It's like my father said he croaked
"Son, you're killing me, all folks."
So why is it I'm so
That I'm selling is getting bought
At some point you just control
What people use your fake name for So I never learned to play the guitar (clearly)
I more preferred the speaking parts
Besides there's someone willing to
Fill up the spaces that I use
Nonetheless, I've been my whole life
dishes, playing drums, and getting by
Until I figured, if I'm here I just might
Conceal my of skill here in the spotlights
Maya, the of illusions, a beard, and I

or so years since Ovid taught
Night-blooming, rosebuds, dirty talk
And I'm merely a fascination to
Manic virginal lust and dudes
Well, I'm beginning to to see the end
Of how it all goes down between me and
10 verse chorus-less diatribe
Plays as they all jump ship, "I used to this guy
His new songs really kind of make me to die"

Ohhh-ho-oh-oh
oh-ho-ho-ho-oh

My first memory of music's
The time at JCPenney my mom
The watermelon candy I was on
Barbara screaming, "someone my son"
I relive it times the radio's on
That "tell me the lies, sweet white lies" song
That when I first saw the won't stop for
Even boys dying in the department store
So we leave town in silence
New Year's Day, 6 o'clock AM
I've never seen a sunset abandoned
Reminds me of the world's end
It'll be to get more space
God what all these suckers paid
I can drinking and you can write your script
But what we both now is...