Luyện nghe bài hát I Remember

Who's
Who's

And I flashes of laughter
And lunatics lost in soul
Seductive propaganda scrolling across my
Like guerrilla

and, and wooden spoons
Flies in the
Shadows across my

Smiling but dead, smiling but
Smiling but dead, but dead
Smiling but dead, smiling but

Crawling on linoleum
TV streaming
And corporate consciousness into my
Cracked sinks
with insects and dirty dishes

The early morning of, of grade school
stockings to hide the bruises
The secret friends, festive
And in their, in their Sunday best
to like each other

Generations and
Of loneliness, sad
away in the dead of night
To escape stiff jawed
In, in the hungry of an angry slumlord
Miles and miles

and understanding
Waking on the of the road
Hissing radiator, hoses cracked like, like burned
And so hot
A nuclear would've felt like
A cyclonian

I remember the first
I felt it alive me, turning
But the dead moving
Within the folds of its winged

Opening and sliding black feathers
at a time
Its beak, its, its
Pushing and pushing and, and
And into the membrane

And I going numb
And to it hum
I'm feeling it move in its
Exploring me with

I this
And I know I never had a
There was any escaping it

and God
and God