Luyện nghe bài hát William Blake Overdrive

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