Luyện nghe bài hát 1957

I saw the minds of my generation destroyed.
of conviction, conflicted, annoyed.
Kicked at and down. 6 6 6.
Beat. Looking for the next fix.
prophets with problems
Up against angels in disguise who want to rob
Who want to end up crushed by gods embrace
In the age of the cold wind blowing and dogs in
Whos are fading. Theyre the loneliest drunk.
In empty rooms by Thelonious Monk.
Felonious and plate glass squares
That see empty eyes that look past theirs.
Street walking cheetahs with a gun in each
Who are at sea and are desperate to reach land.
Orpheus descending. Swimming in the waters.
Hello Sid Vicious, Brooklyn Dodgers...

No joke. Hit the low note.
We all go to heaven in a row boat.

1957 Chevy Bel Air. velvet especially.
Bloody probably. Stereo: Buddy Holly, Presley.
Black Trilogy. Quadruple louder bass.
Battle sites. Little Rock. Satellites in outer
wont help but a few bucks can.
Crew and black leather. Ku Klux Klan.
Men wear hats. In fact, are shared.
Opiates to and parents scared.
The is real. Delivered greens to river queens.
Perpetual motion of and libertines.
Who alone all night with pains
Hooked on and who fight with chains.
Its and Baldwin. Insult and curse reality.
Spy vs. spy and the of personality.
What can the numbers and the in my head mean?
Killroy was and so was Buster Crab and Ed Gein.

No joke. Hit the low note.
We all go to heaven in a row boat.

The pen keeps in attempt to sink the jingoes.
em with hula hoops, frisbees and pink flamingoes.
Up running all night. sleep ordered.
Have gun travel. Great leap forward.
Man on the corner with dark free and preaching.
is monstrous. Diet is Dionysian.
All the world, so much peril in one show.

Playwright Miller marries Marilyn Monroe.
Hard rain falling. Babies sleeping in palms.
Alarm clocks ringing. Warrior monks and squads.
Invasion Of The Body Snatchers. and mediums.
in nothing. Speed freaks and bohemians.
Red is the new black. files.
Rebels and grand dragons. trials.
and Bobby Fisher country. No part is red,
Just black and white. Bogart is dead.

No joke. Hit the low note.
We all go to heaven in a row boat.