Luyện nghe bài hát Peace & Love

Restless, three days without sleep, his mind wrapped in barely perceptible haze, he continues east, shaking, despite the stuttering and near death throes of his endearing 1962 chevro
Storm follows him closely as it has for 3 days. in the pouring rain on the long dark highways he sees roadside armadillos on their backs and owls and bats fly out of the his eyes into t
horizon.

Despite the solitude of his dear car he feels he is being watched by more than just the curious and west texas highway transients. at dawn, he begins to feel the first nearly imperceptible
Of the drugs taking effect. he crosses the border east into new mexico. there is now no question in his mind about the flavor of the coffee and the sardonic smile of the over made waitre
S he's crossing more than 2 states at once, his watch stops. he up a hitchhiker, some young lady, but unfortunately, as he's been expecting, the car breaks down in an abandoned shanty town
N as brubaker.

"just remember," she says. "i'm holding you responsible for all this" he cringes at the tone of her voice. a quick glance in the view mirror reveals to him the vision of
3rd unattached eyeball. a star of dried cream at the bottom of the styrofoam cup on the dashboard smiles at him and somehow, in her loneliness and boredom, her twelve-pack in the midda
T, he her into sex.

The chevrolet temporarily fixed, they drift on and fall upon a small bar in no place specific. drunk by evening, she complains of morning sickness and by morning has noticeably in size. 2
Later, still heading east towards the holy angelic temple he has been envisioning in his sleep, she is 9 months pregnant. later that day she gives birth to son.

with gingham snakeskin cowboy boots and three umbilical cords he is within hours cursing his parents in some otherworldly alien language. and he mutters in perfect english in his sleep, whi
Cking his mothers breast, his twisted utopian visions. she looks at him terrified and says, "remember, I'm holding you for all of this.

Left lyrics:

Peace and
and anger
Brotherly
Brotherly
I though I had to say
But I forgot it was
I'm try and say it anyway
Too much
Makes me

Shortened
Too ginger
me over
John the
to mind
I've got to drive
The is falling
In front of my
I've got to drive
If I to get home

If I don't where I'm going
[blah blah blah] I'm gonna get [blah]

If I don't look I'm going
[blah blah blah blah) I'm gonna get

got to drive faster
The is falling
In of my eyes
I've got to drive
If I to get home

Right lyrics:

Too much space
Makes me
Too much
A wide open
Then a [blah blah blah] his
Then a doctor fucking open spaces
some cowboys some acid
Many
me nervous
Nothing seems now
Too open spaces
Yes
Makes me
ought to go up to wyoming
And open up fucking open spaces
And call her hotel rooms
And at the turf in the open spaces
Don't say fattening
Be careful you're doing
You can do
you can do anything
I you can do anything
You don't know what you're
Or don't do at all
Because are wide open spaces
[blah blah] and

[blah blah]

They're on
don't know what they're doing
So they can do
I where those cowboys are
I wonder those cowboys are