Luyện nghe bài hát Antichrist Television Blues

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

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

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

You that I'm a God fearing man
You know I'm a God fearing man
But I just know if it's part of your plan
To my daughters there by your right hand
I know that 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
I'll be mouthpiece!

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

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

Dear God, you send me a child?
Oh God, you send me a child?
I wanna put it up on the TV screen
So the world can see what your true word
Lord, would you send me a sign?
Cause I gotta 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?

such a sensitive child!
Oh, such a sensitive child!
I you're tired, but it's alright
I need you to sing for me tonight
You're have your day in the sun
You know God 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 the men that you're old for your age
Now ain't the 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 for me, honey
And show the men it's not the money

hold a mirror up to the world
So that can see themselves 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 minimum
And I'm not gonna let you throw it all away
I'm through cute, I'm through being nice
Oh, me, Lord, am I the Antichrist?