Luyện nghe bài hát Life, Death & Love From San Francisco

she said love is a hard
somewhere golfing and gardening
or parole pardoning
but she was still down for a swing
flowers she pick like guitar strings
for a good whiff
of how life behind par
until then she a
and hot lead shots out of carbines
if an inmate ever even think about
before it's time for the theft of a thing
wanna see what a bum bar dreams
before he get gunned down, cause some sharp
saw it all on the way to the art
the time they kicked us out, they had the park cleaned
she living in a car she just rv-ing
on ice like the san jose shark team
hard times, duck em like darkwing
for burning clothes and petty car-keying
and other less skylarking
a bag out of american rag
a small chinese-made american
took a dollar bill split it in half
the picture that she bought fit in the cab
on the train her best not to live in the past
a bum probably could he spit in her ass
and that was it, fits, tantrums
helter-skelter, a world gone

and spare you the details
dinner is out of seashells
annoyed cause her really can't speak well
but she forced to press on lee nails
next was abhored by the weed smell
she was at the moment that the tea fell
a thick wool jacket on a night
by poems or the moonlight
doesn't satisfy her like a game of pool
thinking "what if had a broom strike?"
tuned right out of that school
soon as reality became a camera and a boom mic
so what do you do
she said "absurd last words from a dude off a site"
and then him
like the roots left
and the state wolf left chess in
to watch flows have an unpaid session on the steps of a westin
she really need to in
and to apologize to her best
new bras to put her in
life and death in...