Luyện nghe bài hát Stuck Between Stations

There are nights I think Sal Paradise was right.
Boys and Girls in America have such a sad together.
Sucking off other at the demonstrations
Making sure their straight
Crushing one another with expectations.
Dependent, undisciplined, and late.

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

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

He was drunk and exhausted but he was critically and respected.
He the Golden Gophers but he hated all the drawn out winters.
He the warm feeling but hes tired of all the dehydration
Most were kind of fuzzy
But that last night he had retention.

Twin Cities kisses
Sound like and hisses.
We all down and
Drowned in the River.

We
We dry up
Then we crumble to