Luyện nghe bài hát Leaving LA

I was on the hill
By the tower and hiking trails
When the big one hit I'd a seat
To watch masters their dogs and dogs run free
O baby it's to leave
Take the van and the down to New Orleans
Leave under the gaze of the billboard
5 chicks with parted lips selling sweatshop jeans

These L.A. phonies and their Pitchfork
Sound like signs and Amy Grant
So reads the pulled quote from my last cover
"The Oldest Man in Folk Rock Speaks"
You can hear it all over the
The manufactured gasp of the days
Someone should tell them the time that they don't have
To praise the glorious future and the hopeless

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

But still I of garnering on rave reviews
Just believably north of God's own truth
He's a treasure now, and here's the proof
In the form of his major label
A little human with each release
the gap between the mask and me
I I'd never do this, but is it okay
want to be that guy but it's my birthday
If ends with the photo then I'm on my way

Ohhh-ho-o-oh

I my old guards all collapse
Blow away more than my cartoon past
It's my father 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 you just can't control
What people use your fake name for So I never to play the lead guitar (clearly)
I always preferred the speaking parts
Besides always someone willing to
Fill up the spaces 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

2000 or so since Ovid taught
Night-blooming, teenage rosebuds, talk
And I'm merely a minor to
Manic virginal lust and college
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 they all ship, "I used to like this guy
His new really kind of make me want to die"

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

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