Luyện nghe bài hát The Bud Dwyer Effect

it takes guts and a gun, just in bud dwyer's lil' surprise.
a defect, no one'll see it coming.
I'm indulging myself in a strategic advance, by the enemy.
it dwells deep, yet strong, within...
(Am I working against well am I?)
everything happening, imagine how I should feel,
realizing that it was planned,
from a beginning that I even recall,
you call this a tragedy,
seems to me like simple standard habits.
wishing to be saved,
waiting for something/someone that would me to follow
a certain purpose both convictions and deviations.
if only knew how... I'm tired of your paintings.
your bold sucks and have ceased to amaze me long ago.
be a pal and let me add a of mine, abstraction.
of and red pure... so pure.
are there any written related to simplicity (of actions, of thoughts...)
I not.
so how your judging?
you won't the day it will end,
drenched in fluids (.357)
as you are to witness the spontaneity of the events.
and I won't be a no more?