Luyện nghe bài hát Small Flowers Crack Concrete

Small flowers concrete
squads sweep through poet dens
Spilling coffee 15 yr old runaway girls
By frazzled pony hair
And tossing them into backseats of cop

The narcs the bearded oracles
Replacing tantric
With complete

Lights and mirrors dot the
Ink stained hippies with boxed lunch and
Mystery plays of and nothingness
Blessed by from a black hat

Blue lights search through
Searching for the heart of D.A
And the mind he left

What did you expect another mystic
Thats whatcha got crawling your panic net
What did you me? Not a goddamn thing yeah
And what did you leave me? Another dream yeah

O salacious mansion, the held for ransom
Did you see he's gone? The blasted summers dawn
Fucked up in Cleveland, fucked up in
Short to nothing
up to something, heaven's up to something
Levy's up to something, up to something

Death poems for the Gods of America
saxophones bleat, bleed for nothing, nada
Cops crashing through doors
By silver of suburban smoke
At war with patches of red glitter
And blue jean fucking and