Luyện nghe bài hát Teepee on a Highway Blues

a good portion of devotion on
to the stale-skinned, rummage-happy troop.
got my bells on: it keeps my ears ringing and watching.
wishing i'd quietly judging with my mouth open and hands on the switch,
so when they stop the earth, who's ass your head end up in?
it's most likely you'll never get the perfect tip or to take hints.
i want a new television 'cause my books are old,
and i'd watch the "news and advertisements" and a new way to change my life

(guaranteed of course, because the we trust have,
and will always be, the answer).
girls like to hold i had my life squeezed out once or twice,
so let's call it even...and well-balanced, like a crock of
or a hell of a life on a walking to the upscale,
where they dreams off fingernails
and rate on a scale of personal gain.
mapping out the universe: a and kids with no name,
and a big house atop a hill that blocks out the sun for those who afford it.
throw crumbs to the starving idealists.
do not bleed the same? are they not men?

we got bigger now,
and all my ideas are carefully hidden on paper at my feet.
starving for attention when the demon barely out of this life.
now i'm on the north shore, laughing at my dot com who got laid off,
who needs anyway?
been working for god in all the wrong social circles.

i could have a programmer, but this much i still am:
not a man or a teacher, just a student in
with more to give then could possibly take.
when there's nothing left to with,
i'll drop off the of the planet
and give mtv-land to its rightful owners...you can have it.

there's a replica of comfort and a false of stability.
the difference between a blow-up doll floating in a with slit wrists
and a lost friend calling to borrow money.
all days are beneath you,
are floors to slip and break your neck on
and bottles of you can't see through.
parasite to parasite, eating me is eating you.

the absolute hardest thing about being
is how you you could fast-forward the way it drags.
now they got and computers to do that for you
until can be you, and replace you,
and convince you that love you.
never meant to harm anything so
that you can't help but hope it gets crossing in traffic.

i promised myself i wouldn't anything on this song,
but you leave me no
i can't complain, and can't believe i'm still
waiting for people, waiting for
who themselves by saying, "hello,"
i underestimated and how loneliness
will entire blocks to pigpile on television sets.
all the clap-on distractions and fade-away
are the reason i can barely a one-sided conversation,
or sit still knees shaking.
i pull the hair out of my head and for bats to fill the room,
but all i get is a hairline and another shit-eating grin.

sad to leave anyone...