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 ringing and peers watching.
wishing i'd stop judging with my mouth open and hands on the switch,
so when they stop the earth, who's ass will head end up in?
it's likely you'll never get the perfect tip or learn to take hints.
i a new television 'cause my books are getting old,
and i'd watch the "news and advertisements" and a new way to change my life

(guaranteed of course, because the names we have,
and always be, the only answer).
girls like to hold i had my life squeezed out once or twice,
so let's it even...and well-balanced, like a crock of shit
or a hell of a life on a mess to the upscale,
where they 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 blocks out the sun for those who can't it.
throw crumbs to the starving idealists.
do not bleed the same? are they not men?

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

i could have been a programmer, but much i still am:
not a man or a teacher, just a student in
with more to then they could possibly take.
when nothing left to disagree with,
drop off the face of the planet
and give back 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 floating in a bathtub with slit wrists
and a lost only calling to borrow money.
all these are beneath you,
there are floors to slip and break your on
and bottles of vodka you see through.
to parasite, what's eating me is eating you.

the hardest thing about being here
is how you wish you could the way it drags.
now they got drugs and computers to do for you
they can be you, and replace you,
and you that they love you.
never meant to harm so innocent
that you can't help but hope it gets crossing in traffic.

i promised i wouldn't kill 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 overextend by saying, "hello,"
i underestimated greediness and how
will drive entire blocks to pigpile on sets.
all the clap-on distractions and inspirations
are the reason i can barely 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 receding hairline and shit-eating grin.

it's sad to anyone...