Luyện nghe bài hát Leaving LA

I was living on the
By the tower and hiking trails
When the big one hit I'd have a
To watch masters abandon their dogs and dogs run
O baby it's time to
Take the van and the down to New Orleans
Leave under the of the billboard queens
5 chicks 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 last cover
Entitled "The 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 they don't have
To the glorious future and the hopeless past

A few things the needs
of Love, a mask of Tragedy
But if you want ecstasy or birth
Just run the tap the water's cold
Anything you can get online
A myth or a .45
You're going to need one or the other to
Where the armed or the funny 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 takes terribly seriously"
She's not far off, the thing is
That's pretty much I thought 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 I dreamed of garnering on rave reviews
believably little north of God's own truth
He's a treasure now, and here's the proof
In the form of his label debut
A little less with each release
Closing the gap between the and me
I swear I'd do this, but is it okay
Don't want to be that guy but it's my
If everything with the photo then I'm on my way

oh-ho-ho-ho-oh

I watched my old guards all
away more violence than my cartoon past
It's like my said before he croaked
"Son, you're killing me, all folks."
So why is it I'm so
That what I'm selling is bought
At point you just can't control
What people use fake name for So I never learned to play the lead guitar (clearly)
I always more the speaking parts
Besides there's always willing to
up the spaces that I couldn't use
Nonetheless, I've been my whole life
dishes, playing drums, and getting by
Until I figured, if I'm here then I might
my lack of skill here in the spotlights
Maya, the of illusions, a beard, and I

2000 or so since Ovid taught
Night-blooming, rosebuds, dirty talk
And I'm a minor 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
10 verse chorus-less diatribe
Plays as they all ship, "I used to like this guy
His new songs really of make 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 candy I was choking on
Barbara screaming, "someone my son"
I relive it most the radio's on
That "tell me the lies, sweet white lies" song
That when I first saw the won't stop for
Even little boys dying in the department
So we leave in total silence
New Day, it's 6 o'clock AM
I've never seen a sunset abandoned
Reminds me of the world's 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...