Luyện nghe bài hát Stuck Between Stations

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

She was a really cool kisser and she 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 shes of all the dehydration.
Most nights are crystal
But tonight its 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 myself doctors
And thinkers.
But big heads soft bodies
for lousy lovers.
There was night that we thought John Berryman could fly.
But he
So he died.
She said pretty good with 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
nights were kind of fuzzy
But that last he had total retention.

These Twin kisses
Sound like and hisses.
We all tumbled and
Drowned in the River.

We
We dry up
Then we to dust