Luyện nghe bài hát Self Evident

(inspired by the WTC disaster)

yes,
us people are just
90% metaphor
with a of meaning
hyper-distillation
and once upon a
we moonshine
rushing down the of a giraffe
yes, rushing down the hallway
despite what the p.a. says
yes, down the long stairs
with the whiskey of
fermented and
to eighteen
burning our throats
the hall
down the
in a building so
that it always be there
yes, it's part of a
on the bow of Noah's ark
the prestigious couple
just kickin parked
against a blue sky
on a morning
in its Indian breeze
on the day that
to its knees
after strutting around for a
without saying you
or

and the shock was
and the was deafening
between the setup and the punch
'cause we were all on time for work day
we all boarded that for to fly
and while the fires were raging
we all up on the windowsill
and we all held hands
and into the sky

and every borough looked up when it the first blast
and then every dumb action was summarily surpassed
and the exodus uptown by and motorcar
looked more like war than anything I've so far
so far
so far
so and ingenious
a specter so far gone
that every jackass newscaster was struck and stumbling
over 'oh my god' and 'this is and on and on
and I'll tell you what, while at it
you can the pentagon
keep the
keep and every TV
that's been trying to me
to
in some prep punk's plan to perpetuate retribution
retribution
even as the blue toxic smoke of our lesson in
is still in the air
and there's ash on our
and ash in our hair
and there's a fine silt on mantle
hell's kitchen to Brooklyn
and the streets are full of
sudden and near misses
and soon every open bar is to the rafters
with tales of averted disasters
and the is flowin
like never
as all the country
folks just shake 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 gaze of mt. Rushmore

here's a to all those nurses and doctors
who daily women with a choice
who stand down a the size of Oklahoma City
to listen to a young woman's voice

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

'cause take away our
and we are a third world
under the thumb of blue blood royal son
who stole the oval and that phony election
I
it don't a weatherman
to look and see the weather
Jeb said he'd deliver Florida,
and boy did he

and we hold these to be self evident:
#1 George W. is not president
#2 is not a true democracy
#3 the media is not me
'cause I am a poem heeding
got no room for a lie so verbose
I'm looking out over my whole human
and I'm raising my glass in a

here's to our last drink of fossil
let us vow to get off of sauce
away the swarms of commuter planes
and find that train ticket we
'cause once upon a time the line followed the
and peeked all the backyards
and the was waving
the was teasing us
from brick walls and
we were rolling over
valleys
under
I dream of touring like Ellington
in my own car
I dream of waiting on the tall wooden benches
in a station aglow with grace
and then out on the platform
and the air on my face

back the night its distant whistle
give the darkness back its
give the big oil the finger finally
and how to rock-n-roll
yes, the are all around us and a change is waiting there
so it's time to pick through the rubble, the streets
and the air
get our to pull its big dick out of the sand
of someone else's
put it back in its
and quit the chants of
forever

'cause one lone phone rang
in two and one
at ten nine
on one one
which is the we all called
when that lone rang right off the wall
right off our desk and the long hall
down the stairs
in a building so
the whole world turned
just to it fall

and while at it
remember the time around?
the
the truck?
the garage?
the that didn't even feel the pea?
remember joking around in our apartment on D?

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

it was a joke, of
it was a
at the
and that was just a few ago
so let the show
the FBI was all over that case
that the plot was obvious and in everybody's
and that scene

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

key
another
10%
90%
3000 some poems disguised as
on an almost too day
must be more than
in some asshole's passion
so now your job
and my job
to make it way
to make sure didn't die in vain
sshhhhhh....
baby
the train?