Luyện nghe bài hát Leaving LA

I was living on the
By the water tower and trails
When the big one hit I'd a seat
To watch abandon their dogs and dogs run free
O baby it's time to
Take the van and the hearse down to New
Leave under the gaze of the billboard
5 foot chicks with parted lips selling jeans

These L.A. phonies and their bands
Sound like dollar and Amy Grant
So reads the pulled quote my last cover piece
Entitled "The Oldest Man in Rock Speaks"
You can it all over the airwaves
The manufactured of the final days
Someone should tell them 'bout the time they don't have
To praise the glorious future and the hopeless

A few the songwriter needs
Arrows of Love, a of Tragedy
But if you want ecstasy or birth
Just run the tap the water's cold
else 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
like, "Oh great, that's just what we all need
Another guy in 2017
Who takes himself seriously"
She's not far off, the thing is
That's pretty much I thought when I started this
It took me all my life to to the play the G
But the role of was a total breeze

But I dreamed of garnering on rave reviews
Just believably little north of own truth
a national treasure now, and here's the proof
In the form of his label debut
A little human with each release
Closing the gap the mask and me
I I'd never do this, but is it okay
Don't want to be that guy but my birthday
If ends with 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 like my father before he croaked
"Son, you're me, that's all folks."
So why is it I'm so
That I'm selling 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 preferred the speaking
Besides there's someone willing to
Fill up the that I couldn't use
Nonetheless, I've practicing my whole life
Washing dishes, drums, and getting by
Until I figured, if I'm then I just might
Conceal my lack of skill here in the
Maya, the of illusions, a beard, and I

2000 or so years since taught
Night-blooming, rosebuds, dirty talk
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 down me and them
Some 10 chorus-less diatribe
Plays as they all jump ship, "I used to like guy
His new really kind of make me want to die"

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

My first memory of music's
The time at JCPenney my mom
The watermelon I was choking on
Barbara screaming, "someone my son"
I it most times the radio's on
That "tell me the lies, little white lies" song
when I first saw the comedy won't stop for
Even little boys dying in the department
So we leave town in silence
New Day, it's 6 o'clock AM
I've never seen a this abandoned
Reminds me of the world's end
It'll be to get more space
God knows all these suckers paid
I can stop and you can write your script
But what we think now is...