Luyện nghe bài hát Antichrist Television Blues

I don't wanna work in a downtown
No, I don't wanna in a building downtown
I don't know what I'm do
Cause the keep 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 don't wanna work in a downtown
I don't wanna in a building downtown
Parking cars in the underground
voices when 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
you gotta work hard and you gotta get paid
My thirteen, but she don't act her age
She can sing a bird in a cage
Oh Lord, if you could see her when she's up on stage!

You know that I'm a God man
You know I'm a God fearing man
But I just gotta know if part of your plan
To seat my there 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 lips are near, but my is far away
me what to say
I'll be mouthpiece!

Into the light of a bridge that
As I drive the city with the money that I earned
the black of a starless sky
I'm into nothing, and I'm asking you why
Lord, will you make her a
So the world can see who you are

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

God, would you send 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 word means
Lord, would you just send me a
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 nothing tastes good?

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

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

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

hold 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 working downtown for the minimum
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?