Luyện nghe bài hát Ship Of Fools

(Hammill)

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

Run, rabbit, run, you're the one that can do it;
turn, baby, turn, a ring of fire
and got to go through it.
Fun, baby, fun, when the have run to the limit
turn, baby, turn, a ring of fire and you're in it.

Looking for logic and
down the end of the street,
open city, open season, open lips that gleam so
offer kisses like
to the flesh of your feet,
and any man's is every man's meat
in those mad and places,
sad and desperate places,
those sad, sweet embraces,
it's a of Fools
Those and special places
those wild and places,
dead, dead, dead faces...
It's a Ship of no rules.