Luyện nghe bài hát Teepee on a Highway Blues

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

(guaranteed of course, the names we trust have,
and will always be, the answer).
like to hold hands; i had my life squeezed out once or twice,
so call it even...and well-balanced, like a crock of shit
or a of a life on a walking mess to the upscale,
where sniff dreams off fingernails
and rate life on a scale of gain.
mapping out the universe: a wife and kids no name,
and a big house atop a hill that out the sun for those who can't afford it.
some crumbs to the starving idealists.
do they not the same? are they not men?

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

i could have been a programmer, but this i still am:
not a man or a teacher, a student in denial
with more to give they could possibly take.
when there's left to disagree with,
i'll drop off the face of the
and give back to its rightful owners...you can have it.

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

the hardest thing about being here
is how you wish you fast-forward the way it drags.
now got drugs and computers to do that for you
they can be you, and replace you,
and you that they love you.
meant to harm anything so innocent
that you can't help but hope it gets killed in traffic.

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

it's sad to anyone...