Luyện nghe bài hát Condor Ave

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

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

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

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

Got his hat tipped back in between his teeth
Looks like he's in the sand at the beach
I can't about you driving off to leave barely awake
To take a little nap while the is straight

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

She the Oldsmobile out past Condor Avenue
Cops were around the scene
for some kind of clue

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

in your Oldsmobile driving by the moon
Headlights burning bright of you
And burning out on Condor Avenue
Trying to a whisper out of you

What a shitty thing to say, did you really it?
You never said a to me about what passed between us
So now I'm you alone
You can do the hell you want to