Luyện nghe bài hát Jeremy Engle

Jeremy
in a tangled
Rent apartment
his communist family

There are books all them
The room table is lacquered
With clippings
Yellowing

argue at dinner
His brother's friends by
To throw a in or two
Tolstoy

They all play
And they're all far away
In own minds
From the upper west
Of

I never got past his eyes
That at me sadly
In mocking

The way a Lord looks at his mat
Or a on his tie
It never for me

And Jeremy Engle
to step through that portal
And try on that dimension
Of high browism

Jeremy's and brow
Grow high and no, not I
I'm more of a
Not blessed the vision

how I'm matching
The and wine
Now are the Engles
Skewering
And chewing
Six pounds of

Thigh that they up
In New York
At their
Jeremy me
To off his eye

gelatinous thingy
That his rebuttaling
let fly

Sometimes all you is a napkin
Sometimes all you is a napkin