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 poet in a fragile capsule

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

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

Sheathed with the Walkman wear the halo of
contraceptive aborting pregnant conversation
(She the harpoon and it pierced my heart)
(She hung herself my neck)

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

Cast as their sideshow
(Sideshow)

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

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

A Vietnamese flower, a union
A mistress of release a magazine's thighs
Magdalene's more than favors
The feeding hands of western hold her by the throat

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

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

Son watches father scan columns
In search of school friends
his generation digests high fiber ignorance
Cowering behind curtains and the up, painted windows

genocide
Provided to door Belsens
box of holocausts
Gracefully cruising infested heavens

Waiting, waiting the season of the
The migration
perfumes for the fashionably
For the insane, insane

Do-do-do you
Do-do-do you
Do-do-do you
This world is fugazi

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

are the prophets?