Luyện nghe bài hát Antichrist Television Blues

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

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

Dear God, I'm a good man
In glory, I know you understand
That you gotta 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 see her when she's up on that stage!

You know I'm a God fearing man
You know that I'm a God man
But I just gotta know if it's part of plan
To seat my daughters there by your hand
I know you'll 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!

Into the of a bridge that burns
As I from the city with the money that I earned
the black of a starless sky
I'm staring into nothing, and I'm you why
Lord, you make 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 gonna come you're fast asleep
So you better just stay and hold on to me
If my little mocking bird don't
Then daddy won't buy her no diamond

Dear God, you send me a child?
Oh God, you send me a child?
Cause I put it up on the TV screen
So the world can see what your true word
Lord, would you send me a sign?
I just gotta 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 nothing tastes good?

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

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 that you're old for age
Now ain't the for fear
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

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

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