Luyện nghe bài hát Fugazi

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

Propping up the crust of the conscience
Wrapped in the shard of a hangover
Baptized in from the real, tears from the real

Drowning in the seas on the picadilly line, rat-race
Scuttling through the damp electric
(Caress Ophelia's with breaststroke ambition)
(An albatross in the marry tradition)

Sheathed the Walkman wear the halo of distortion
Aural contraceptive aborting pregnant
(She the harpoon and it pierced my heart)
(She herself around my neck)

the time-life guardians in their conscience bubbles
Safe and dry in my sea of
Nine to fives, suitable ties

Cast adrift as sideshow
(Sideshow)

(Peepshow)
Stereo becalm, be still, bewitch
Drowning, in the real

The of Baghdad hides in Islington now
Praying for his sacred cow
A legacy of romance a twilight world
The dowry of a mystery girl

A Vietnamese flower, a dockland
A mistress of release from a thighs
contract more than favors
The feeding of western promise hold her by the throat

A son of the Swastika of '45, parading a standard
Graffiti conjure testaments of hatred
Aerosol wands where the searchlights
the barbed wire hedges, this is Brixton chess

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

Son watches father scan obituary
In search of absent school
While his generation digests high fiber
Cowering behind curtains and the taped up, painted

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

Waiting, waiting the of the button
The penultimate
Radioactive for the fashionably
For the insane, 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 mercenary?
are the prophets, where are the visionaries?
Where are the poets to breach the dawn of the mercenary?
Where are the prophets, where are the
Where are the poets to the dawn of the sentimental mercenary?

Where are the