Luyện nghe bài hát Antichrist Television Blues

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

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

Dear God, I'm a Christian man
In your glory, I you understand
That you gotta work hard and you get paid
My thirteen, but she don't act her age
She can sing like a bird in a
Oh Lord, if you could see her when 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 of your plan
To seat my daughters there by right hand
I know that you'll do 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 is far away
Tell me to say
I'll be mouthpiece!

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

girl, you're old enough to understand
That you'll be a stranger in a strange, strange land
The men are gonna come while fast asleep
So you better stay 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
Cause I wanna put it up on the TV
So the world can see what your word means
Lord, would you 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 is far away
Now the war is won
How come nothing tastes

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

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

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

Wanna a mirror up to the world
So that they can see inside my little girl

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