Luyện nghe bài hát Fugazi

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

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

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

Sheathed with the wear the halo of distortion
Aural aborting pregnant conversation
(She turned the harpoon and it my heart)
(She hung around my neck)

From the time-life guardians in their bubbles
and dry in my sea of troubles
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 deportation for his cow
A of romance from a twilight world
The dowry of a mystery girl

A Vietnamese flower, a dockland
A mistress of release a magazine's thighs
Magdalene's contract than favors
The feeding hands of western promise hold her by the

A son of the Swastika of '45, a peroxide standard
Graffiti disciples conjure testaments of
Aerosol wands whisper where the
Trim the wire hedges, this is Brixton chess

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

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

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

Waiting, waiting the season of the
The penultimate
Radioactive for the fashionably
For the insane, insane

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

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