Luyện nghe bài hát Condor Ave

She the Oldsmobile out past Condor Avenue
She locked the car an' past into rhythmic quietude
burning, voice dry and hoarse

I threw the screen like a bastard back and forth
The chimes fell over each other, I onto my knees
Sound of the car driving off me feel diseased

A sick like you hear at the fairground
Now I'm picking up to put away anything of yours that's still
I know what to do with your clothes or your letters
It'll a whisper out of you

She the Oldsmobile out past Condor Avenue
The fairground's lit, a drunk man
By the gate she's driving

Got his hat tipped bottle back in between his
Looks like buried in the sand at the beach
I think about you driving off to leave barely awake
To take a little nap while the road is

I wish that car had never been
They took the bottle and the hat he was under
That's the one that he could never do
And make a whisper out of you

She took the Oldsmobile out past Condor
were running around the scene
Looking for some kind of

They never get uptight when a moth crushed
Unless a bulb really loved him very much
I'm down, blowing smoke from my cigarette
Little whisper smoke signs that you'll get

You're in your Oldsmobile by the moon
Headlights bright ahead of you
And someone's burning out on Condor
Trying to a whisper out of you

What a shitty thing to say, did you mean it?
You never said a to me about what passed between us
So now I'm leaving you
You can do whatever the hell you to