Luyện nghe bài hát The Farewell Party

"Bon Voyage"
And he hung up the phone
was a doorbell ringing
So he snuck out onto the
He said "If were my last words,
would they make print?
If all I had to say was over said
by old heretics."
words are counterfeit
Xeroxed off of
And no one's
...HEY...

dawns
All the is gone
All that's left is behind
Doorbells, still

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

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

These are second-hand
dry
They're cracked-plastic
They're old whores
Who their lives
In search of the womb