Luyện nghe bài hát Condor Ave

She the Oldsmobile out past Condor Avenue
She the car an' slipped past into rhythmic quietude
burning, voice dry and hoarse

I the screen door like a bastard back and forth
The chimes fell over each other, I fell my knees
of the car driving off made me feel diseased

A sick shouting you hear at the fairground
Now I'm picking up to put away anything of yours that's still
I don't know what to do with your clothes or letters
It'll make a out of you

She took the out past Condor Avenue
The fairground's lit, a man sits
By the gate she's through

Got his hat tipped bottle back in between his
Looks like buried in the sand at the beach
I can't think you driving off to leave barely awake
To a little nap while the road is straight

I wish that car had never been
They took away the and the hat he was under
That's the one that he could never do
And it'll make a out of you

She took the Oldsmobile out past Avenue
Cops were running around the
Looking for kind of clue

They never get uptight a moth gets crushed
Unless a light bulb really loved him much
I'm down, blowing smoke from my cigarette
Little whisper smoke signs that never get

You're in your Oldsmobile driving by the
Headlights bright ahead of you
And someone's burning out on Condor
to make a whisper out of you

What a shitty thing to say, did you really it?
You said a word to me about what passed between us
So now I'm you alone
You can do the hell you want to