Luyện nghe bài hát Kerouac

Kerouac, yeah,
His words, the words, so many just
All of the same horn
Sisters of the

Notes, music, words, a
A quote, a figure eight, a
If you listen close to the
It's like a mirror and invisible

Like you're in a seat
No handles on the
Just a beautiful up front
She knows where going

Kerouac, the observation
the most passing of scenes
With love
Passionate photographic

as anyone knew
His memories pull up and down
Doors are on, telegrams arrive
Every morning, something vivid

Remembering
Like a snatch of
A drumbeat remembering,
So fast, all the time

The words, the are drumsticks
Pounding out beats
Like a monk, a monk, melody
mistakes, yeah, mistakes and sudden inspirations

Edges, corners, explosions,
All fast through a slow motion
Yeah, through a slow motion landscape