Luyện nghe bài hát Leaving LA

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

These L.A. phonies and their bands
Sound dollar signs and Amy Grant
So reads the quote from my last cover piece
"The Oldest Man in Folk Rock Speaks"
You can hear it all over the
The gasp of the final days
should tell them 'bout the time that 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 or birth control
Just run the tap the water's cold
Anything you can get online
A creation or a .45
going to need one or the other to survive
Where the armed or the funny make it out alive Mara taunts me 'neath the tree
She's like, "Oh great, just what we all need
Another white guy in
Who takes himself seriously"
She's not far off, the thing is
That's pretty what I thought when I started this
It me all my life to learn 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 now, and here's the proof
In the form of his label debut
A little less human each release
Closing the gap the mask and me
I swear I'd do this, but is it okay
want to be that guy but it's my birthday
If everything ends with the photo I'm on my way

oh-ho-ho-ho-oh

I watched my old all collapse
Blow away more violence than my cartoon
It's my father said before he croaked
"Son, killing me, that's all folks."
So why is it I'm so
what I'm selling is getting bought
At point you just can't control
What people use your fake name for So I learned to play the lead guitar (clearly)
I always preferred the speaking parts
Besides there's always someone to
Fill up the spaces I couldn't use
Nonetheless, I've been my whole life
Washing dishes, playing drums, and by
Until I figured, if I'm here then I just
Conceal my lack of skill in the spotlights
Maya, the of illusions, a beard, and I

2000 or so years 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 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 of music's from
The at JCPenney with my mom
The watermelon candy I was on
screaming, "someone help my son"
I relive it times the radio's on
"tell me the lies, sweet little white lies" song
That when I saw the comedy won't stop for
Even little dying in the department store
So we leave town in silence
New Day, it's 6 o'clock AM
I've seen a sunset this 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 we both think now is...