Luyện nghe bài hát Stuck Between Stations

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

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

The and John Berryman
a walk together.
They up on Washington
to the river.
He said Ive surrounded with doctors
And thinkers.
But big heads soft bodies
Make for lovers.
There was that night that we 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 exhausted but he was critically and respected.
He loved the Golden but he hated all the drawn out winters.
He likes the warm but hes tired of all the dehydration
Most nights kind of fuzzy
But that last night he had retention.

Twin Cities kisses
Sound like and hisses.
We all tumbled and
in the Mississippi River.

We
We dry up
we crumble to dust