Luyện nghe bài hát Ship Of Fools

(Hammill)

The in a coma, the lieutenant's on a drunk;
the owner's in his cabin with his special friend, the
the midget's on the bridge, platitudes and junk -
those and special places,
those and dangerous places,
those sad, faces,
it's a of Fools.
The nurse in black stockings, she's already on patrol
for fake fur starlets by the watering-hole;
everybody's waiting for the drama to
in cold and treasured places,
old and degenerate places;
those posed, posed, faces
it's a of Fools.

Run, rabbit, run, the only one that can do it;
turn, baby, turn, a ring of fire
and you've got to go it.
Fun, baby, fun, when the sands run to the limit
turn, baby, turn, there's a ring of fire and in it.

for logic and adventure
down the end of the street,
open city, season, open lips that gleam so sweet
offer like piranhas
to the soft flesh of feet,
and any man's poison is every man's
in those mad and places,
sad and desperate places,
those sad, sweet embraces,
a Ship of Fools
Those strange and places
those and dangerous places,
those dead, dead, faces...
a Ship of Fools; no rules.