Luyện nghe bài hát Leaving LA

I was living on the
By the water tower and hiking
When the big one hit I'd have a
To watch abandon their dogs and dogs run free
O baby it's to leave
Take the van and the down to New Orleans
Leave under the of the billboard queens
5 foot chicks with parted lips selling sweatshop

L.A. phonies and their Pitchfork bands
Sound like dollar signs and Amy
So the pulled quote from my last cover piece
"The Oldest Man in Folk Rock Speaks"
You can it all over the airwaves
The manufactured gasp of the days
Someone tell them 'bout the time that they don't have
To praise the glorious and the hopeless past

A few things the songwriter
of Love, a mask of Tragedy
But if you want or birth control
Just run the tap the water's cold
else you can get online
A creation or a .45
going to need one or the other to survive
Where only the armed or the make it out alive Mara taunts me 'neath the tree
She's like, "Oh great, that's just what we all
Another white guy in
Who himself terribly seriously"
not far off, the strange thing is
That's much what I thought when I started this
It took me all my to learn to the play the G
But the role of was a total breeze

But still I dreamed of garnering on rave
Just believably little north of own truth
He's a treasure now, and here's the proof
In the of his major label debut
A little less human with each
the gap between the mask and me
I swear I'd never do this, but is it
Don't want to be guy but it's my birthday
If everything ends with the then I'm on my way

Ohhh-ho-o-oh

I watched my old all collapse
Blow away more than my cartoon past
It's like my father said he croaked
"Son, killing me, that's all folks."
So why is it I'm so
That I'm selling is getting bought
At some point you can't control
What people use your fake for So I never learned to play the lead guitar (clearly)
I always more preferred the parts
Besides there's always willing to
Fill up the spaces I couldn't use
Nonetheless, I've been practicing my life
dishes, playing drums, and getting by
Until I figured, if I'm here then I might
Conceal my lack of skill in the spotlights
Maya, the of illusions, a beard, and I

2000 or so since Ovid taught
Night-blooming, teenage rosebuds, dirty
And I'm merely a minor to
virginal lust and college dudes
Well, I'm beginning to to see the end
Of how it all goes between me and them
10 verse chorus-less diatribe
Plays as they all ship, "I used to like this guy
His new songs really of make me want to die"

Ohhh-ho-oh-oh
oh-ho-ho-ho-oh

My first memory of from
The time at with my mom
The watermelon I was choking on
Barbara screaming, "someone my son"
I relive it most times the on
That "tell me the lies, sweet little lies" song
That when I first saw the comedy stop for
Even little dying in the department store
So we town in total silence
New Day, it's 6 o'clock AM
I've seen a sunset this abandoned
Reminds me predictably of the end
It'll be to get more space
God what all these suckers paid
I can drinking and you can write your script
But we both think now is...