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

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

Little do you know of the progressions that you
The people that you are tired
Of livin' in a world of elastic

You dance with them and sing a song of
And talk with them of life and all its
Surround with now familiar strangers
Who kiss and who hug and eventually mug you of your

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 frozen

You cannot ever picture me, you know me by my
A file for your travelogue, to the night
The fog you

The germs, they are ridiculous, they bother you at
The blood that rushes to your
The ticket on the you're never catching

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

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

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

Now climb ye to the
As the sun is almost gone escaping from your other
brothers hide among the shelves inside you

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

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