Luyện nghe bài hát Stuck Between Stations

There are when I think Sal Paradise was right.
Boys and in America have such a sad time together.
Sucking off each other at the
Making sure makeups straight
Crushing one another colossal expectations.
Dependent, undisciplined, and late.

She was a really kisser and she wasnt all that strict of a Christian.
She was a damn good dancer but she wasnt all great of a girlfriend.
She likes the warm feeling but tired of all the dehydration.
Most nights are crystal
But its like its stuck between stations
On the radio.

The devil and Berryman
a walk together.
They up on Washington
to the river.
He said Ive myself with doctors
And thinkers.
But big with soft bodies
for lousy lovers.
There was night that we thought John Berryman could fly.
But he
So he died.
She said Youre pretty good words
But words wont your life.
And didnt.
So he died.

He was drunk and but he was critically acclaimed and respected.
He loved the Gophers but he hated all the drawn out winters.
He the warm feeling but hes tired of all the dehydration
Most nights were kind of
But that night he had total retention.

These Cities kisses
Sound clicks and hisses.
We all down and
Drowned in the River.

We
We dry up
Then we to dust