Luyện nghe bài hát The Farewell Party

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

Twilight
All the is gone
All left is left behind
Doorbells, still

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

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

These words are
dry
They're cracked-plastic
They're cheap old
Who their lives
In search of the warmest