Luyện nghe bài hát Leaving LA

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

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

A few the songwriter needs
Arrows of Love, a mask of
But if you want ecstasy or control
Just run the tap the water's cold
Anything else you can get
A creation or a .45
You're going to need one or the 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
white guy in 2017
Who takes himself seriously"
She's not far off, the strange is
That's pretty much what I thought I started this
It me all my life to learn to the play the G
But the role of was a total breeze

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

Ohhh-ho-o-oh

I my old guards all collapse
Blow away more violence my cartoon past
It's like my said before he croaked
"Son, killing me, that's all folks."
So why is it I'm so
That what I'm selling is bought
At some point you just control
What use your fake name for So I never learned to play the lead guitar (clearly)
I always more the speaking parts
Besides there's always willing to
Fill up the spaces that I use
Nonetheless, I've been my whole life
Washing dishes, 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

2000 or so since Ovid taught
Night-blooming, rosebuds, dirty talk
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
10 verse chorus-less diatribe
Plays as they all ship, "I used to like this guy
His new songs really of make me want to die"

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

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