Luyện nghe bài hát Fugazi

Vodka intimate, an affair with isolation in a cell
Extinguishing the fires in a private
Provoking the heartache to renew the
Of a bleeding poet in a fragile capsule

Propping up the crust of the glitter
Wrapped in the shard of a hangover
Baptized in from the real, tears from the real

Drowning in the liquid seas on the picadilly line,
Scuttling through the damp labyrinth
(Caress Ophelia's with breaststroke ambition)
(An albatross in the marry tradition)

Sheathed the Walkman wear the halo of distortion
Aural aborting pregnant conversation
(She turned the harpoon and it my heart)
(She hung around my neck)

From the time-life guardians in conscience bubbles
Safe and dry in my sea of
Nine to fives, with ties

adrift as their sideshow
(Sideshow)

(Peepshow)
Stereo hero becalm, be still,
Drowning, in the real

The thief of Baghdad hides in now
deportation for his sacred cow
A legacy of romance from a twilight
The dowry of a relative girl

A flower, a dockland union
A mistress of release a magazine's thighs
Magdalene's contract more favors
The feeding hands of western promise her by the throat

A son of the Swastika of '45, parading a standard
Graffiti disciples conjure of hatred
Aerosol whisper where the searchlights
Trim the wire hedges, this is Brixton chess

A knight for folds his newspaper castle
A creature of habit, the boatman's coin
He'll fade with old in the grease stained roll call
And linger the heartburn of Good Friday's last supper

Son watches father scan obituary
In of absent school friends
While his digests high fiber ignorance
Cowering behind curtains and the up, painted windows

Decriminalized
door to door Belsens
Pandora's box of
Gracefully cruising infested heavens

Waiting, waiting the of the button
The migration
Radioactive for the fashionably
For the insane, insane

Do-do-do you
Do-do-do you
Do-do-do you
This world is totally

are the prophets, where are the visionaries?
Where are the poets to the dawn of the sentimental mercenary?
Where are the prophets, where are the
Where are the poets to breach the of the sentimental mercenary?
Where are the prophets, where are the
are the poets to breach the dawn of the sentimental mercenary?

Where are the