Luyện nghe bài hát Fugazi

Vodka intimate, an with isolation in a Blackheath cell
Extinguishing the fires in a hell
Provoking the to renew the license
Of a bleeding heart in a fragile capsule

Propping up the of the glitter conscience
Wrapped in the christening shard of a
Baptized in tears from the real, tears the real

Drowning in the liquid seas on the picadilly line,
through the damp electric labyrinth
(Caress hand with breaststroke ambition)
(An albatross in the time tradition)

Sheathed with the Walkman wear the halo of
Aural contraceptive aborting conversation
(She turned the and it pierced my heart)
(She hung around my neck)

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

Cast as their sideshow
(Sideshow)

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

The thief of hides in Islington now
deportation for his sacred cow
A legacy of from a twilight world
The dowry of a relative mystery

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

A son of the Swastika of '45, parading a peroxide
Graffiti conjure testaments of hatred
Aerosol wands whisper the searchlights
Trim the barbed wire hedges, is Brixton chess

A knight for embankments folds his newspaper
A of habit, begs the boatman's coin
fade with old soldiers in the grease stained roll call
And linger with the heartburn of Friday's last supper

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

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

Waiting, the season of the button
The migration
Radioactive perfumes for the
For the terminally insane,

you realize
Do-do-do you
Do-do-do you
world is totally fugazi

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

are the prophets?