Luyện nghe bài hát Self Evident

(inspired by the WTC disaster)

yes,
us are just poems
90% metaphor
with a leanness of
approaching
and once upon a
we were
rushing down the of a giraffe
yes, rushing down the long
what the p.a. announcement says
yes, rushing the long stairs
with the of eternity
and distilled
to eighteen
burning down our
the hall
down the
in a building so
that it will be there
yes, part of a pair
on the bow of Noah's ark
the most prestigious
kickin back parked
against a perfectly sky
on a morning
in its Indian summer
on the day America
to its knees
after around for a century
without saying you
or

and the was subsonic
and the was deafening
between the setup and the line
'cause we all on time for work that day
we all boarded plane for to fly
and then while the were raging
we all climbed up on the
and we all held hands
and jumped the sky

and every borough up when it heard the first blast
and then every dumb action was summarily surpassed
and the uptown by foot and motorcar
looked like war than anything I've seen so far
so far
so far
so and ingenious
a poetic specter so far
that every newscaster was struck dumb and stumbling
over 'oh my god' and 'this is and on and on
and I'll tell you what, we're at it
you can the pentagon
keep the
each and every TV
that's been to convince me
to
in some school punk's plan to perpetuate retribution
retribution
even as the toxic smoke of our lesson in retribution
is still in the air
and there's ash on our
and ash in our hair
and there's a fine on every mantle
from hell's to Brooklyn
and the streets are of stories
sudden and near misses
and soon every open bar is crammed to the
tales of narrowly averted disasters
and the whiskey is
like never
as all the country
folks shake their heads
and

so here's a toast to all the folks who live in

El

here's a toast to the folks living on the ridge reservation
under the stone cold gaze of mt.

a toast to all those nurses and doctors
who daily provide women a choice
who stand down a threat the of Oklahoma City
just to listen to a young woman's

here's a toast to all the on death row right now
awaiting the guillotine
who are shackled there with dread and can only escape into heads
to find in the form of a dream

take away our playstations
and we are a third nation
under the thumb of blue blood royal son
who the oval office and that phony election
I
it take a weatherman
to look around and see the
Jeb he'd deliver Florida, folks
and boy did he

and we hold truths to be self evident:
#1 W. Bush is not president
#2 America is not a democracy
#3 the is not fooling me
I am a poem heeding hyper-distillation
I've got no room for a lie so
I'm out over my whole human family
and I'm raising my in a toast

here's to our last drink of fossil
let us vow to get off of sauce
shoo away the of commuter planes
and that train ticket we lost
once upon a time the line followed the river
and peeked into all the
and the laundry was
the was teasing us
from walls and bridges
we were over ridges
through
under
I dream of like Duke Ellington
in my own car
I dream of waiting on the tall blonde wooden
in a grand aglow with grace
and standing out on the platform
and the air on my face

give back the night its distant
give the darkness its soul
give the big oil companies the finger
and relearn how to
yes, the lessons are all around us and a change is there
so it's time to through the rubble, clean the streets
and the air
get our government to pull its big out of the sand
of someone desert
put it back in its
and the hypocritical chants of
forever

'cause when one lone phone
in two and one
at ten after
on one one
which is the we all called
when that lone phone rang right off the
right off our desk and the long hall
down the long
in a so tall
that the world turned
to watch it fall

and we're at it
remember the first time
the
the truck?
the garage?
the princess that didn't feel the pea?
remember joking around in our on avenue D?

can you imagine how many paper coffee cups would have to change their
a fantastical reversal of the New York skyline?!

it was a joke, of
it was a
at the
and that was a few years ago
so let the record
that the FBI was all that case
that the plot was and in everybody's face
and that scene

the CIA
or is it
committing countless crimes against
with this kind of
as its
for abuse after abuse
and it didn't a clue
look, window to see through
way up
on the 104th

key
another
10%
90%
3000 some disguised as people
on an too perfect day
must be than poems
in some passion play
so now it's job
and my job
to make it way
to sure they didn't die in vain
sshhhhhh....
listen
hear the