Luyện nghe bài hát The Farewell Party

"Bon Voyage"
And promptly he hung up the
was a doorbell ringing
So he out onto the terrace
He said "If these were my words,
they even make print?
If all I had to say was over said
by old heretics."
These words are
off of memory
And no listening
...HEY...

Twilight
All the is gone
All that's is left behind
Doorbells, lives

"Since you're
was it a out heart?
It seems like you've been yearning for wordly position.
you can curl up in a little ball."

It the world collapses
In the womb
The place of
Where we're all
It's the warm, sad, end
Starving for of a terrace
Drunk, tired, and
dead skin

These words are
dry
They're cracked-plastic
cheap old whores
Who wasted lives
In of the warmest womb