Luyện nghe bài hát I Remember

Who's
Who's

And I remember of laughter
And lost in your soul
Seductive propaganda scrolling my mind
Like guerrilla

Belts and, and spoons
in the afterbirth
Shadows my mind

but dead, smiling but dead
Smiling but dead, but dead
Smiling but dead, smiling but

Crawling on kitchens
TV streaming
And corporate consciousness into my
porcelain sinks
Covered with insects and dishes

The early morning anxiety of, of grade
stockings to hide the bruises
The secret friends, festive
And everyone in their, in their Sunday
Pretending to each other

Generations and
Of loneliness, sad
Stealing away in the of night
To stiff jawed henchmen
In, in the hungry trucks of an angry
and miles away

Patience and
on the side of the road
Hissing radiator, hoses cracked like, burned skin
And so hot
A nuclear would've felt like
A cyclonian

I the first time
I it alive inside me, turning
But the weight moving
Within the folds of its embrace

Opening and sliding those feathers
at a time
Its beak, its, its
Pushing and pushing and, and
And into the membrane

And I remember going
And to it hum
I'm it move in its mysteries
Exploring me with

I this
And I I never had a chance
There was any escaping it

and God
and God