Luyện nghe bài hát Teepee on a Highway Blues

a portion of devotion on sale
to the stale-skinned, everyday troop.
got my on: it keeps my ears ringing and peers watching.
wishing i'd stop quietly judging with my mouth open and on the switch,
so when they the earth, who's 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 my life

(guaranteed of course, the names we trust have,
and will be, the only answer).
girls like to hold hands; i had my squeezed out once or twice,
so let's call it even...and well-balanced, a crock of shit
or a of a life on a walking mess to the upscale,
they sniff dreams off fingernails
and life on a scale of personal gain.
mapping out the universe: a wife and with no name,
and a big house atop a hill that blocks out the sun for who can't afford it.
throw some to the starving idealists.
do they not 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 blinks out of life.
now i'm on the shore, laughing at my dot com buddies who got laid off,
who needs references
i've working for god in all the wrong social circles.

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

there's a replica of and a false sense of stability.
the difference between a doll floating in a bathtub with slit wrists
and a lost friend only calling to money.
all these days are you,
there are to slip and break your neck on
and of vodka you can't see through.
parasite to parasite, eating me is eating you.

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

i promised i wouldn't kill anything on this song,
but you leave me no
'cause i can't complain, and believe i'm still
waiting for people, waiting for
who themselves by saying, "hello,"
i underestimated greediness and how
drive entire blocks to pigpile on television sets.
all the clap-on distractions and inspirations
are the i can barely hold a one-sided conversation,
or sit without knees shaking.
i the hair out of my head and wait for bats to fill the room,
but all i get is a hairline and another shit-eating grin.

sad to leave anyone...