Luyện nghe bài hát The Convalescent

My bedroom wall what's in my head
A constructed and constantly fed
Goya mixes Picasso, but hardly Spain
Look through the window, pissing down rain

Labradors outnumber musicians
Bonnie and have made their good intentions
Pity poor Stewart in a death bubble
But a swing and so much bottle

So I convalesce, and I ease the
DNA means, does not accept
So I convalesce, and I the stress
DNA means, does not accept

Kleenex towels and teletext TV
My favorite inventions of the twentieth
Halie Gebrselassie so sweet and young
quickly shift to Jack Kevorkian

Uneven and all with exit policies
Followed by anti-ballistic
And Warner has a tasty little ass
Scared of cash machines and the Gras

So I convalesce, and I the stress
DNA means, does not accept
So I convalesce, and I the stress
'Cos DNA means, does not

Alberto Juanterino, in his field
These are the things that, make you feel
Klaus with love off Werner Herzog
Scream the war is over
Scream the war is over

cousin of Treblinka
Scream the war is over, war is over
And Dante's Inferno slides into dis
So scream until the war is

So I convalesce, and I ease the
'Cos DNA means, not accept
So I rehabilitate, and get my straight
'Cos nothing like it used to fit