Luyện nghe bài hát Bay of Pigs

Soon.
Soon.
Listen, I've drinking
as our lies in ruin.
I know what I'm doing
in the dark
at the or at the pier,
watching ships in the rain.
The just bones.
The world is black stones dressed up in the
with no place to go but
like Nance.
On a night this, why, she's pro-stars, pro-sky.
All lit up and sick of
beneath the lighting of the discotheque at night.
It don't a thing. It never means a thing.
It don't mean a thing. It means a thing.
got that swing.
I've it all. I've seen it all.
Magnolia's a girl. Her made of wood.
As apocalypses go, pretty good.
Sha-la-la, wouldn't you
remove your spurs.
Come to think of it, your antlers.
seen you for ages.
I still fly into rages at the of your name,
White.
I think you often, off in the desert,
laughing your off in the Forest of the Night.
Say a for the light.
So now I live well. I in the mine.
I'm still slinging mud at the all the time.
I a walk
and threw up in an Garden.
I was born in the North, but my from the South.
is a political beast with jaws for a mouth. I don't care!
You're and have every right to be.
Regretfully, you decline.
Every was a waste of time.
Every night. night. Every night.
You were on the of good.
I was inside of the guts,
a crumbling beauty trapped in a of ice.
A beauty trapped in Paradise,
oh yes, it was Paradise!
The tide comes in and the tide out again.
I this is the kind of thing we see every day.
The tide in. The tide goes away.
Oh, the tide in. Yeah, the tide. Yes, the tide.
A note written on the night sky above
me what-in-particular about this wine I love.
Like a punctured beast, dead,
going to my head:
La-da-da, la-da-da!
And of my mind (the Sunflower),
and speaking of a turning sour on you,
I was years old in 1992.
I was bathed in golden sunlight,
I was ripped on dope. You a ray of sunshine.
I was a hopeless romantic. You swine.
You've got to spend to make money.
You've got to stop me "honey".
Oh world! You explosion that turns us around!
The searchlight slumps over, so of the night,
and the on the boats, busted in the shipyard
down, down, down, down, down, down, down.
You traveled light (all night, night),
to at the conclusion
of the inutterable secret,
and you shut mouth.
I've seen it all. seen it all. I've seen it all.
and easy. Gentle. Gentle.
The wind through the makes you mental for me.
Nancy, in a of crisis, on a cloud.
Soon. Soon.