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 with the geriatrics at the machines.
There's me, the of how slow life can be.
There's me. Their eyes are glowing. Mine are always shut.
I passed out on the road, just hours the racetrack.
I saw raise a toast.
He "you got me with the right jab."
And we float with parasites all our with this advice: we learn until we're dead.
Be losers til your sanguine subside.
We until we're dead.
A dream's not just a morbid sign.
opportunity.
These days I find beauty as depressing as beyond my time.
If you could make old heart young again I'd find another topic to drone on,
a more vice to lean on.
Some better words to on that escaped my younger form.
But there's me with the at the slot machines.
me. The embodiment of how slow life can be.
There's me. of imposing, please be involved.
Can I stop imploding at every thrown on me?
Imply this is only a prettier of a life so ugly that's mine.