Luyện nghe bài hát Ship Of Fools

(Hammill)

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

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

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