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 watch masters abandon dogs and dogs run free
O baby it's time to
Take the van and the down to New Orleans
under the gaze of the billboard queens
5 foot chicks parted lips selling sweatshop jeans

These L.A. phonies and Pitchfork bands
Sound like signs and Amy Grant
So the pulled quote from my last cover piece
"The Oldest Man in Folk Rock Speaks"
You can hear it all the airwaves
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
of Love, a mask of Tragedy
But if you ecstasy or birth control
Just run the tap until the cold
Anything else you can get
A myth or a .45
You're going to need one or the to survive
Where only the armed or the make it out alive Mara taunts me 'neath the tree
like, "Oh great, that's just what we all need
Another white guy in
Who himself terribly seriously"
She's not far off, the strange 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 role of Oedipus was a total

But I dreamed of garnering on rave reviews
Just believably little north of God's own
He's a national treasure now, and the proof
In the form of his major debut
A little less human with each
Closing the gap the mask and me
I I'd never do this, but is it okay
Don't want to be that guy but it's my
If everything ends with the then I'm on my way

oh-ho-ho-ho-oh

I watched my old all collapse
Blow away violence than my cartoon past
like my father 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 can't control
What people use your fake name for So I never learned to play the lead (clearly)
I always more the speaking parts
Besides there's always someone 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 then I just might
Conceal my lack of here in the spotlights
Maya, the of illusions, a beard, and I

2000 or so years Ovid taught
Night-blooming, rosebuds, dirty talk
And I'm a minor fascination 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
oh-ho-ho-ho-oh

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