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.
me with the geriatrics at the slot machines.
There's me, the of how slow life can be.
There's me. Their dead eyes are glowing. are always shut.
I out on the road, just hours from the racetrack.
I saw raise a toast.
He "you got me with the right jab."
And we with parasites all our lives with this advice: we learn until we're dead.
Be losers til sanguine thoughts subside.
We until we're dead.
A falling dream's not just a sign.
opportunity.
These days I beauty as depressing as years beyond my time.
If you could make this old heart young again I'd find another topic to on,
a more vice to lean on.
better words to speak on that escaped 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 imploding at every obstacle thrown on me?
this is only a prettier glimpse of a life so ugly that's mine.