Luyện nghe bài hát The Easy Mark & The Old Maid

Some men collapse at the
wrong and beat up, their eyes black
Others wilt in
Roll and piss away speedboats

Some dissolve into bar
off in boxes and playoff pools
I spent on a psychic
I my way and a friend said she would find it

Man, we were
Man, we wrong
I asked for the
She only sang me a

men they go make their own luck
Grow fat from feeding on ducks
The mark and the old maid
The and the ingrate

Others wait for that high
Some holy in the tree line
Me, I'm my canned food
Bunkered down, out our slingshot moods

But what if I'm
What if I'm
open my doors up
People, sweep me along

are fixed and my palms are spread
Dissonance my shipwrecked head
God sleeps in the Gaza
And man alone's alone to live with it

The coin-flip faith of the
beginners luck in a sewing kit
What's to do there is no fix
On the ambivalence?

But you say that's
Hopeless and
We re-thread your
You say, "God, along"