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

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

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

You know that I'm a God man
You know I'm a God fearing man
But I just know if it's part of your plan
To seat my daughters by your right 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 are near, but my heart is far away
Tell me to say
I'll be mouthpiece!

the light of a bridge that 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

Little girl, you're old enough to
That you'll always be a stranger in a strange, strange
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 ring

Dear God, would you me a child?
Oh God, would you me a child?
Cause I wanna put it up on the TV
So the world can see what your true word
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 are near, but my heart is far away
Now the war is won
How come nothing tastes

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

Oh, my little in a cage!
Oh, my little in a cage!
I need you to get up for me, up on that
And the men that you're old for your age
Now the time for fear
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 for me, honey
And show the men not about the money

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

Do you know I was at your age?
Any idea where I was at age?
I was downtown for the minimum 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?