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

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

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

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

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

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

The germs, they are ridiculous, they you at night
The blood that rushes to brain
The ticket on the plane you're never

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

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

The wrinkles in the face 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
Your brothers among the shelves inside you

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

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