Luyện nghe bài hát Leaving LA

I was living on the
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 it's time to leave
Take the van and the down to New Orleans
Leave under the of the billboard queens
5 foot chicks with lips selling sweatshop jeans

These L.A. and their Pitchfork bands
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 'bout the time that they have
To praise the future and the hopeless past

A few things the songwriter
of Love, a mask of Tragedy
But if you want ecstasy or birth
Just run the tap the water's cold
Anything else you can get
A creation or a .45
You're going to one or the other to survive
Where only the armed or the funny make it out alive Mara taunts me 'neath the
She's like, "Oh great, just what we all need
Another guy in 2017
Who himself terribly seriously"
not far off, the strange 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 of Oedipus was a total breeze

But I dreamed of garnering on rave reviews
Just believably little of God's own truth
He's a treasure now, and here's the proof
In the form of his major label
A little less human each release
Closing the gap the mask and me
I I'd never do this, but is it okay
Don't to be that guy but it's my birthday
If ends with the photo then I'm on my way

oh-ho-ho-ho-oh

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

2000 or so years since taught
Night-blooming, teenage rosebuds, talk
And I'm merely a fascination to
Manic virginal and college dudes
Well, I'm beginning to to see the end
Of how it all goes down 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
Ohhh-ho-oh-oh

My first of music's from
The time at JCPenney my mom
The candy I was choking 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 first saw the won't stop for
little boys dying in the department store
So we leave town in total
New Year's Day, 6 o'clock AM
I've seen a sunset this abandoned
Reminds me of the world's end
be good to get more space
God knows what all these suckers
I can stop drinking and you can write script
But what we both now is...