Luyện nghe bài hát Leaving LA

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

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

A few the songwriter needs
of Love, a mask of Tragedy
But if you want or birth control
Just run the tap until the water's
else you can get online
A creation or a .45
You're 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
Another guy in 2017
Who takes terribly seriously"
She's not far off, the strange is
That's pretty much what I thought when I started
It me all my life to learn to the play the G
But the of Oedipus was a total breeze

But still I dreamed of on rave reviews
Just little north of God's own truth
He's a national treasure now, and here's the
In the form of his label debut
A little less human with release
Closing the gap between the and me
I swear I'd do this, but is it okay
Don't want to be guy but it's my birthday
If everything ends the photo then I'm on my way

oh-ho-ho-ho-oh

I my old guards all collapse
Blow away more violence than my cartoon
It's my father said before he croaked
"Son, you're killing me, all folks."
So why is it I'm so
That what I'm is getting bought
At point you just can't control
What people use your fake name for So I never learned to play the lead (clearly)
I always preferred the speaking parts
there's always someone willing to
Fill up the spaces I couldn't use
Nonetheless, I've been practicing my life
Washing dishes, playing drums, and by
Until I figured, if I'm here then I just
Conceal my 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 really kind of make me to die"

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

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