Luyện nghe bài hát William Blake Overdrive

I will make myself, a from the racetrack, drag my losses home.
It me not come back.
And we with parasites all our lives.
There's me the geriatrics at the slot machines.
There's me, the embodiment of how life can be.
There's me. Their dead are glowing. Mine are always shut.
I out on the road, just hours from the racetrack.
I saw raise a toast.
He said "you got me the right jab."
And we float with parasites all our with this advice: we learn until we're dead.
Be losers til your thoughts subside.
We learn until dead.
A falling not just a morbid sign.
opportunity.
These days I find as depressing as years beyond my time.
If you could make this old heart young I'd find another topic to drone on,
a more fashionable to lean on.
better words to speak on that escaped my younger form.
But there's me with the at the slot machines.
There's me. The of how slow life can be.
me. Short of imposing, please be involved.
Can I imploding at every obstacle thrown on me?
Imply this is only a prettier glimpse of a life so ugly mine.