Luyện nghe bài hát White Crosses

I wake up in the morning and I from the fountain.
I up in the morning with the same unanswered questions.
I don't know what's to cure my unsettled stomach.
Street kids collect spare change in a conch shell on the walk;
teeth are yellow, their hair is tangled.
Their minds are vapid and laugh wild in their depravity.

make my way back home to you, head north on San Marco Avenue.
White crosses on the lawn, I want to smash them all.
I want to them all.

Pony tails swinging back and forth behind beach blonde girls out for a jog.
Augustine, shine your light down on me!
Pop hits the 90's echo out of tourist filled bars.
I am met with arms crossed under looks, I am treated like a common thief.

I'll make my way back home to you, head on San Marco Avenue.
White crosses on the church lawn, I want to smash all.
I want to them all.

Eaves-dropping in on conversation, I aimless leering at strangers.
Strung out on the amphetamines that you to me.
Eye-balled with suspicion by a pencil in high heels,
You realize that you're to yourself.
Cannon fire out over the bay.

I'll make my way home to you, head north on San Marco Avenue.
White on the church lawn, I want to smash them all.
Looking for context and perspective, looking for kind of distraction.
White on the church lawn, I want to smash them all.
I want to them all.