Luyện nghe bài hát Fugazi

Vodka intimate, an affair isolation in a Blackheath cell
the fires in a private hell
Provoking the heartache to renew the
Of a heart poet in a fragile capsule

Propping up the crust of the glitter
Wrapped in the christening of a hangover
Baptized in tears from the real, from the real

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

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

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

Cast as their sideshow
(Sideshow)

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

The thief of Baghdad in Islington now
Praying deportation for his cow
A legacy of romance from a twilight
The dowry of a mystery girl

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 of '45, parading a peroxide standard
Graffiti disciples testaments of hatred
Aerosol wands where the searchlights
Trim the barbed wire hedges, this is chess

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

Son watches scan obituary columns
In of absent school friends
While his generation high fiber ignorance
Cowering behind and the taped up, painted windows

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

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

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

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

Where are the