Luyện nghe bài hát William Blake Overdrive

I will make myself, a mile from the racetrack, my losses home.
It kills me not back.
And we float parasites all our lives.
There's me with the at the slot machines.
There's me, the of how slow life can be.
me. Their dead eyes are glowing. Mine are always shut.
I passed out on the road, just hours the racetrack.
I saw Lamotta a toast.
He said "you got me the right jab."
And we float with parasites all our lives with this we learn until we're dead.
Be losers til your 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 make this old heart young again I'd find another topic to drone on,
a more vice to lean on.
better words to speak on that escaped my younger form.
But me with the geriatrics at the slot machines.
There's me. The of how slow life can be.
me. Short of imposing, please be involved.
Can I stop imploding at every obstacle on me?
Imply this is only a prettier glimpse of a life so ugly mine.