Luyện nghe bài hát Leaving LA

I was living on the
By the water tower and hiking
When the big one hit I'd have a
To watch masters abandon their dogs and dogs run
O baby it's to leave
the van and the hearse down to New Orleans
Leave the gaze of the billboard queens
5 chicks with parted lips selling sweatshop jeans

L.A. phonies and their Pitchfork bands
Sound like dollar and Amy Grant
So reads the pulled from my last cover piece
Entitled "The Oldest Man in Folk Speaks"
You can it all over the airwaves
The gasp of the final days
should tell them 'bout the time that they don't have
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 control
Just run the tap the water's cold
Anything you can get online
A myth or a .45
going to need 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, just what we all need
white guy in 2017
Who himself terribly seriously"
not far off, the strange thing is
That's pretty much what I 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 dreamed of garnering on reviews
Just believably north of God's own truth
He's a national treasure now, and the proof
In the of his major label debut
A little less 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 that guy but it's my
If ends with the photo then I'm on my way

oh-ho-ho-ho-oh

I watched my old all collapse
Blow away more than my cartoon 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 can't
What use your fake name for So I never learned to play the lead guitar (clearly)
I more preferred the speaking parts
Besides there's always willing to
Fill up the that I couldn't use
Nonetheless, I've been practicing my whole
dishes, playing drums, and getting by
Until I figured, if I'm then I just might
my lack of skill here in the spotlights
Maya, the of illusions, a beard, and I

2000 or so years since taught
Night-blooming, teenage rosebuds, dirty
And I'm merely a minor to
Manic virginal lust and college
Well, I'm to begin to see the end
Of how it all goes down me and them
Some 10 verse chorus-less
Plays as all jump ship, "I used to like this guy
His new songs kind of make me want to die"

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

My first memory of from
The time at JCPenney my mom
The watermelon candy I was on
Barbara screaming, "someone my son"
I relive it most times the on
That "tell me the lies, little white lies" song
That when I first saw the comedy won't for
Even little boys dying in the store
So we leave town in silence
New Year's Day, it's 6 AM
I've seen a sunset this abandoned
Reminds me of the world's end
It'll be good to get more
God knows what all suckers paid
I can stop drinking and you can your script
But we both think now is...