Luyện nghe bài hát Leaving LA

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

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

A few things the songwriter
Arrows of Love, a mask of
But if you want or birth control
Just run the tap until the cold
Anything else you can get
A creation 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, that's just we all need
white guy in 2017
Who takes himself seriously"
She's not far off, the thing is
That's pretty much what I thought when I this
It took me all my life to to the play the G
But the role of Oedipus was a total

But still I dreamed of on rave reviews
Just believably little of God's own truth
a national treasure now, and here's the proof
In the form of his label debut
A little less with each release
Closing the gap the mask and me
I swear I'd never do this, but is it
Don't want to be guy but it's my birthday
If everything with the photo then I'm on my way

Ohhh-ho-o-oh

I watched my old guards all
Blow away more violence my cartoon past
It's my father said before he croaked
"Son, you're me, that's all folks."
So why is it I'm so
That what I'm selling is getting
At some point you just control
What people use your name for So I never learned to play the lead guitar (clearly)
I always preferred the speaking parts
Besides there's always someone to
Fill up the spaces I couldn't use
Nonetheless, I've practicing my whole life
Washing dishes, playing drums, and by
Until I figured, if I'm here then I 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 college
Well, I'm beginning to to see the end
Of how it all goes down me and them
Some 10 verse diatribe
Plays as they all jump ship, "I used to like guy
His new songs really kind of make me to die"

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

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