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