Luyện nghe bài hát The Modern Adventures of Plato, Diogenes, and Freud

Father of my morning, my child to the night
I see you have minds to cop
And I can only watch with sickened

do you know of the progressions that you teach
The people that you reach are
Of in a world of elastic towers

You dance with and sing a song of changes
And talk with them of and all its dangers
Surround yourself with now strangers
Who and who hug and eventually mug you of your time

And the clock on the is a bore
As you wander past the door and find him lying on the
As he begs you for more, you frozen smile

You ever picture me, you know me by my thoughts
A file for your travelogue, oblivious to the
The fog you

The germs, they are ridiculous, they bother you at
The blood rushes to your brain
The ticket on the plane you're catching

The price you pay exclusive of taxes
To you up inside with tiny axes
The girl looks up to you from floors she
And to your belt with tears among her eyes

And the on the wall is a bore
As you wander past the door and him lying on the floor
As he begs you for some more, you smile

The metaphysic wrinkles in the of what you face
Are hidden by the man
Who inside the Sterno can beside you

Now ye to the mountains
As the sun is almost gone from your other selves
Your brothers hide the shelves inside you

The games that people play can bore you
But only those that know you don't you
And how many have I come there to restore you
And caught you on the couch with father time

And the on the wall is a bore
As you wander past the door and find him on the floor
As he begs you for some more, you smile