Luyện nghe bài hát Poets Turmoil Number 364

Keep me in the real world
which we try to run
Music and don't mean anything
Through the of a gun

A poem heal a wound
won't help you find
That something which searching for
But just add to the mind

Tell me now in black and
you're supposed to do
When fists and and sticks and boots
Come raining on you

A painted on a wall
Can't a life
When the and poor cannot escape
Their uglinessand

The in a bridge of words
us to nowhere
Dressed in costumes to
The of despair

The poets turmoil again
As once words they fail me
bomb has just supplied
The on which to nail me .