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 minds to cop
And I can only watch sickened sorrow

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

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

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

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

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

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

The metaphysic in the face of what you face
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 your selves
Your brothers hide among the shelves you

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

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 some more, you smile