Luyện nghe bài hát Antichrist Television Blues

I don't wanna in a building downtown
No, I don't wanna in a building downtown
I don't know I'm gonna do
Cause the planes keep always two by two
I don't wanna work in a downtown
No, I don't wanna see when the hit the ground

I don't wanna work in a building
I wanna work in a building downtown
their cars in the underground
Their voices when they scream - they no sound
I wanna see the rust
And the makers riding on the back of the bus

Dear God, I'm a good man
In your glory, I you understand
you gotta work hard and you gotta get paid
My girl's thirteen, but she act her age
She can sing like a in a cage
Oh Lord, if you could see her when up on that stage!

You know that I'm a God man
You that I'm a God fearing man
But I just gotta know if it's of your plan
To seat my daughters there by your right
I know that do what is right, Lord
For are the lanterns, and you are the light

Now I'm
By the of day
My lips are near, but my heart is far
me what to say
I'll be mouthpiece!

the light of a bridge that burns
As I drive from the city with the money I earned
Into the of a starless sky
I'm into nothing, and I'm asking you why
Lord, you make her a star?
So the can see who you really are

Little girl, old enough to understand
That you'll always be a in a strange, strange land
The men are gonna come you're fast asleep
So you better just close and hold on to me
If my little bird don't sing
Then daddy won't buy her no diamond

Dear God, would you me a child?
Oh God, would you send me a
I wanna put it up on the TV screen
So the can see what your true word means
Lord, you just send me a sign?
Cause I just gotta know if I'm my time!

Now I'm
By the of day
My lips are near, but my is far away
Now the war is won
How come nothing tastes

You're a sensitive child!
Oh, such a sensitive child!
I know tired, but it's alright
I just you to sing for me tonight
gonna have your day in the sun
You know God loves the ones

Oh, my little in a cage!
Oh, my bird in a cage!
I need you to get up for me, up on stage
And the men that you're old for your age
Now ain't the for fear
But if you take it, it'll disappear

Oh, my mockingbird, sing!
Oh, my mockingbird, sing!
I need you to get up on stage for me, honey
And show the men not about the money

hold a mirror up to the world
So that can see themselves inside my little girl

Do you where I was at your age?
Any idea where I was at your
I was downtown for the minimum wage
And I'm not gonna let you just it all away
I'm through being cute, I'm through being
Oh, me, Lord, am I the Antichrist?