Luyện nghe bài hát Antichrist Television Blues

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

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

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

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

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

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

Little girl, you're old enough to
you'll always be a stranger in a strange, strange land
The men are come while you're fast asleep
So you just stay close and hold on to me
If my little mocking bird sing
Then daddy won't buy her no ring

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

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

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

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

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

Wanna hold a mirror up to the
So that they can see themselves my little girl

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