Luyện nghe bài hát Leaving LA

I was on the hill
By the water tower and hiking
When the big one hit I'd have a
To watch masters abandon their dogs and run free
O baby time to leave
Take the van and the hearse down to New
under the gaze of the billboard queens
5 foot with parted lips selling sweatshop jeans

These L.A. phonies and their bands
Sound like dollar signs and Amy
So reads the quote from my last cover piece
Entitled "The Man in Folk 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 glorious future and the past

A few the songwriter needs
Arrows of Love, a of Tragedy
But if you ecstasy or birth control
Just run the tap until the cold
Anything you can get online
A myth or a .45
You're going to one or the other to survive
only the armed or the funny make it out alive Mara taunts me 'neath the tree
She's like, "Oh great, that's what we all need
white guy in 2017
Who takes himself seriously"
She's not far off, the thing 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 still I dreamed of on rave reviews
Just believably little north of God's own
He's a national treasure now, and the proof
In the of his major label debut
A less human with each release
the gap between the mask and me
I swear I'd never do this, but is it
Don't to be that guy but it's my birthday
If everything ends the photo then I'm on my way

oh-ho-ho-ho-oh

I watched my old guards all
Blow away more violence than my cartoon
It's my father 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 some you just can't control
What people use fake name for So I never learned to play the lead guitar (clearly)
I always preferred the speaking parts
there's always someone willing to
Fill up the spaces that I use
Nonetheless, I've been practicing my life
Washing dishes, drums, and getting by
Until I figured, if I'm here I just might
Conceal my lack of here 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 a minor fascination to
Manic virginal and college dudes
Well, I'm to begin to see the end
Of how it all goes between me and them
Some 10 chorus-less diatribe
Plays as they all jump ship, "I to like this guy
His new songs really of make me want to die"

Ohhh-ho-oh-oh
oh-ho-ho-ho-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 most times the on
"tell me the lies, sweet little white lies" song
That I first saw the comedy won't stop for
Even little boys dying in the department
So we leave in total silence
New Year's Day, it's 6 AM
I've never seen a sunset abandoned
Reminds me predictably of the end
It'll be good to get more
God what all these suckers paid
I can stop drinking and you can write your
But what we think now is...