Luyện nghe bài hát Me And Ed Loyce

The vagrant on corner who is speaking to birds
Is as crazy as the commuters on their way from to
Well, hey y'all, I'm get apocalyptic
And I need it to be so damn apocalyptic

We're all down to get
Down, to get down
If on our knees be the lead
To the top of the chain

Let the foxes dig in the stations
Ain't such a grand new dark age?
Why they believe that
Their just an Asbury Park?

In the opposing hand were bulky two thick
Overlapping pages of paper
Whose flawless black in a comparison
To our chewed nails was much smaller

No one around here seems to notice
The mountains awaiting out
But that carrot is within reach, carrot is within reach
So we gotta get down, down just to get
And we keep on tracking the

Do you hear the tune of a thousand streets?
sing me off to sleep
Where I am by stampeding machines
Only to to give into the chase all again and

Do you hear the tune of a trampled streets?
sing me off to sleep
Where I am chased by machines
Only to to give into the chase all again