Luyện nghe bài hát Stuck Between Stations

There are nights I think Sal Paradise was right.
Boys and Girls in America have a sad time together.
Sucking off other at the demonstrations
Making their makeups straight
Crushing one with 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 that of a girlfriend.
She likes the warm but shes tired of all the dehydration.
nights are crystal clear
But tonight its like its between stations
On the radio.

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

He was drunk and exhausted but he was acclaimed and respected.
He loved the Golden but he hated all the drawn out winters.
He likes the warm feeling but hes tired of all the
Most nights kind of fuzzy
But that last night he had retention.

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

We
We dry up
Then we to dust