Luyện nghe bài hát Leaving LA

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

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

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

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

oh-ho-ho-ho-oh

I my old guards all collapse
Blow more violence than my cartoon past
It's like my father before he croaked
"Son, you're me, that's 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 to play the lead guitar (clearly)
I always more preferred the speaking
Besides there's someone willing to
Fill up the spaces that I use
Nonetheless, been practicing my whole life
Washing dishes, drums, and getting by
Until I figured, if I'm here then I just
Conceal my lack of skill here in the
Maya, the of illusions, a beard, and I

2000 or so years since taught
Night-blooming, teenage rosebuds, talk
And I'm merely a fascination to
Manic virginal lust and dudes
Well, I'm to begin to see the end
Of how it all goes between me and them
Some 10 verse diatribe
Plays as they all jump ship, "I used to this guy
His new songs really kind of me want to die"

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

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