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 masters abandon their and dogs run free
O baby it's time to
Take the van and the hearse to New Orleans
under the gaze of the billboard queens
5 foot with parted lips selling sweatshop jeans

These L.A. phonies and Pitchfork bands
like dollar signs and Amy Grant
So the pulled quote from my last cover piece
Entitled "The Oldest Man in Folk Speaks"
You can hear it all over the
The manufactured of the final days
should tell them 'bout the time that they don't have
To praise the glorious future and the past

A few the songwriter needs
Arrows of Love, a of Tragedy
But if you ecstasy or birth control
run the tap until the water's cold
Anything else you can get
A myth or a .45
You're to need one or the other to survive
Where only the armed or the funny make it out alive Mara taunts me the tree
She's like, "Oh great, that's just we all need
Another guy in 2017
Who takes himself seriously"
She's not far off, the thing is
That's pretty much what I when I started this
It me all my life to learn to the play the G
But the role of Oedipus was a breeze

But still I dreamed of garnering on rave
Just believably little north of God's own
a national treasure now, and here's the proof
In the of his major label debut
A little less human with release
Closing the gap 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 violence my cartoon past
It's like my father before he croaked
"Son, you're me, that's all folks."
So why is it I'm so
That what I'm selling is bought
At some point you just can't
What people use your fake name for So I never learned to play the lead (clearly)
I always more preferred the parts
there's always someone willing to
Fill up the spaces I couldn't use
Nonetheless, I've been practicing my life
Washing dishes, drums, and getting by
I figured, if I'm here then I just might
Conceal my lack of here in the spotlights
Maya, the of illusions, a beard, and I

2000 or so years since taught
Night-blooming, teenage rosebuds, talk
And I'm merely a fascination to
Manic lust and college dudes
Well, I'm to begin to see the end
Of how it all goes between me and them
Some 10 chorus-less diatribe
Plays as they all jump ship, "I to like this guy
His new songs really of make me want to die"

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

My first of music's from
The at JCPenney with my mom
The watermelon I was choking on
Barbara screaming, "someone my son"
I relive it times the radio's on
"tell me the lies, sweet little white lies" song
That when I saw the comedy won't stop for
Even little boys dying in the department
So we leave town in total
New Day, it's 6 o'clock AM
I've never seen a sunset abandoned
me predictably of the world's end
It'll be good to get space
God knows what all these suckers
I can stop drinking and you can your script
But we both think now is...