Luyện nghe bài hát Antichrist Television Blues

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

I wanna work in a building downtown
I don't work in a building downtown
Parking their cars in the
voices 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 you understand
That you work 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 could see her she's up on that stage!

You know that I'm a God man
You that I'm a God fearing man
But I just gotta know if it's part of plan
To seat my there by your right hand
I know that do what is right, Lord
For they are the lanterns, and you are the

Now I'm
By the of day
My are near, but my heart is far away
me what to say
I'll be mouthpiece!

Into the light of a bridge burns
As I drive the city with the money that I earned
the black of a starless 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

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

God, would you send me a child?
Oh God, would you send me a
Cause I put it up on the TV screen
So the world can see your true word means
Lord, would you just send me a
Cause I just gotta 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 such a child!
Oh, such a sensitive child!
I you're tired, but it's alright
I just need you to sing for me
You're gonna have 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 take 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 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 where I was at age?
I was working downtown for the minimum
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?