Luyện nghe bài hát William Blake Overdrive

I will make myself, a mile the racetrack, drag my losses home.
It kills me not back.
And we float with all our lives.
me with the geriatrics 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, hours from the racetrack.
I saw Lamotta a toast.
He said "you got me the right jab."
And we float parasites all our lives with this advice: we learn until we're dead.
Be til your sanguine thoughts subside.
We learn we're dead.
A falling dream's not a morbid sign.
opportunity.
These days I beauty as depressing as years beyond my time.
If you could make old heart young again I'd find another topic to drone on,
a more fashionable to lean on.
Some better words to speak on that my younger form.
But there's me the geriatrics 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 obstacle on me?
Imply this is only a prettier glimpse of a life so that's mine.