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

Father of my morning, once my child to the
I see that you have to cop
And I can watch with sickened sorrow

Little do you of the progressions that you teach
The people that you reach are
Of livin' in a of elastic towers

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

And the on the wall is a bore
As you wander the door and find him lying on the floor
As he begs you for some more, you 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 you at night
The blood that to your brain
The on the plane you're never catching

The price you pay exclusive of taxes
To chop you up inside 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 past the door and find him lying on the floor
As he begs you for more, you frozen smile

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

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

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

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