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 it's time to
Take the van and the hearse down to New
Leave under the of the billboard queens
5 foot chicks parted lips selling sweatshop jeans

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

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

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

Ohhh-ho-o-oh

I my old guards all collapse
Blow more violence than my cartoon past
It's like my said before he croaked
"Son, you're killing me, all folks."
So why is it I'm so
That what I'm is getting bought
At some point you just can't
What people use your fake name for So I never learned to play the guitar (clearly)
I always more the speaking parts
there's always someone willing to
Fill up the that 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 might
Conceal my lack of skill here in the
Maya, the of illusions, a beard, and I

2000 or so since Ovid taught
Night-blooming, rosebuds, dirty talk
And I'm a minor fascination to
Manic virginal lust and dudes
Well, I'm beginning to to see the end
Of how it all goes down between me and
10 verse chorus-less diatribe
Plays as they all ship, "I used to like this guy
His new songs really of make me want to die"

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

My first of music's from
The time at with my mom
The watermelon I was choking on
Barbara screaming, "someone my son"
I relive it times the radio's on
That "tell me the lies, sweet white lies" song
That when I first saw the comedy won't for
little boys dying in the department store
So we leave in total silence
New Year's Day, 6 o'clock AM
I've seen a sunset this abandoned
Reminds me of the world's end
It'll be to get more space
God knows all these suckers paid
I can drinking and you can write your script
But we both think now is...