Luyện nghe bài hát Leaving LA

I was on the hill
By the tower and hiking trails
the big one hit I'd have a seat
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 gaze of the billboard
5 foot chicks with parted selling sweatshop jeans

These L.A. phonies and Pitchfork bands
like dollar signs and Amy Grant
So reads the pulled quote from my last piece
Entitled "The Oldest Man in Rock Speaks"
You can it all over the airwaves
The manufactured gasp of the days
Someone should tell them 'bout the time that they have
To praise the future and the hopeless past

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

But still I dreamed of garnering on reviews
Just little north of God's own truth
He's a treasure now, and here's the proof
In the of his major label debut
A little less human with release
Closing the gap between the 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 photo I'm on my way

Ohhh-ho-o-oh

I watched my old all collapse
away more violence than my cartoon past
It's like my said before he croaked
"Son, killing me, that's all folks."
So why is it I'm so
That what I'm is getting bought
At some point you just control
people use your fake name for So I never learned to play the lead guitar (clearly)
I always more the speaking parts
Besides there's always someone to
up the spaces that I couldn't use
Nonetheless, I've been practicing my whole
Washing dishes, drums, and getting by
Until I figured, if I'm here I just might
my lack of skill 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 merely a fascination to
Manic lust and college dudes
Well, I'm beginning to to see the end
Of how it all down between me and them
Some 10 chorus-less diatribe
as they all jump 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 from
The time at with my mom
The watermelon candy I was on
Barbara screaming, "someone my son"
I relive it most the radio's on
That "tell me the lies, sweet little lies" song
when I first saw the comedy won't stop for
Even little dying in the department store
So we town in total silence
New Year's Day, it's 6 AM
I've seen a sunset this abandoned
me predictably of the world's end
It'll be to get more space
God knows all these suckers paid
I can stop drinking and you can write your
But what we think now is...