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 "If these were my last words,
would even make print?
If all I had to say was over said
by old heretics."
words are counterfeit
Xeroxed off of
And no listening
...HEY...

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

"Since you're
was it a hollowed out
It seems like you've been for some wordly position.
Somewhere you can up in a little ball."

It seems the collapses
In the mother's
The of birth
Where we're all
the warm, sad, jaded end
Starving for salvation of a
Drunk, tired, and
Farewell skin

These are second-hand
dry
They're lies
cheap old whores
Who wasted their
In search of the womb