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 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 wanna see when the planes hit the

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

Dear God, I'm a Christian man
In your glory, I know you
you gotta 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 could see her when she's up on 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 your right
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 is far away
Tell me to say
be your mouthpiece!

Into the light of a that burns
As I drive from the city with the that I earned
Into the black of a 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

girl, you're 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 stay close and 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 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 gotta know if I'm wasting 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

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

Oh, my little in a cage!
Oh, my little in a cage!
I you to get up for me, up on that stage
And show the men that 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 you to get up on that stage for me, honey
And show the men it's not the money

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

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