Luyện nghe bài hát Slumlord Crocodile (115 E. 3rd St.)

the sky!
up the chaparral,
it on fire!

Break the line!
the travelers,
on the wire.

When I survey the
From my perch upon a hill, there are buildings
in fog, shrouded in still.

I lay it all to ruin,
I alchemize it all to sand,
I watch metropolis crumble
To prove that I'm man.

End jag
Of and loneliness,
Of at peace.

Fill the bottle and the rag;
limit collateral -
for release!

I set it all to flame,
I set it all to flame,
And the laborers will out
Of the windows,

And they know who to blame,
And won't know who to blame,
And the slumlords be
Crocodiles the council.

When the coastline's to ashes
And the movie stars run away,
I will build my love a
And we two shall stay.

And if should trespass,
have it rigged through with wire
That the false disturbance
Would turn our to a pyre.