Luyện nghe bài hát Leaving LA

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

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

A few the songwriter needs
Arrows of Love, a of Tragedy
But if you want or birth control
Just run the tap until the water's
Anything you can get online
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 Mara taunts me 'neath the tree
like, "Oh great, that's just what we all need
Another white guy in
Who takes himself seriously"
not far off, the strange thing is
That's pretty much what I when I started this
It took me all my life to to the play the G
But the of Oedipus 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 debut
A little less human with release
the gap between the mask and me
I swear I'd 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 guards all
Blow away more violence than my cartoon
It's like my said 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 some you just can't control
What people use your fake name for So I never to play the lead guitar (clearly)
I more preferred the speaking parts
Besides there's someone willing to
up the spaces that I couldn't use
Nonetheless, been practicing my whole life
Washing dishes, drums, and getting by
Until I figured, if I'm here then I might
Conceal my lack of skill in the spotlights
Maya, the of illusions, a beard, and I

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

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

My first memory of from
The time at JCPenney 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
That when I first saw the comedy won't for
Even little dying in the department store
So we town in total silence
New Year's Day, 6 o'clock AM
I've never seen a sunset this
Reminds me predictably of the end
be good to get more space
God knows what all these paid
I can drinking and you can write your script
But we both think now is...