Luyện nghe bài hát Chained to the Couch

Well hot like ouch
And I'm chained to the
And my brain bad ideas out of my mouth
Like a words
burst
Crowd screams and here the hearse
And I'm now
Out of my
As the crowds begin to
And the winos into the barrooms
To drink the dreams
And I can hear worth of traffic
Outside on dirty street
And I can see the turn
red to black to blue to brown to green
And I been staring for so
My eyes begin to
Yes I staring for so long
My eyes begin to
I was a young one
They told me I my rights at the door
As I grow older becomes true more and more
Now I'm just staring out open door
I should be
But I ain't got no tears no
I ain't got no tears ain't got no no more
I got no tears ain't got no tears no more
Guess I lost a few things were dear to me
my arms and my legs and my body and my soul and my will to speak
Now just sliding fast towards that ocean floor beneath
to not be pulled under by the waves and the weeds
Rain on the roof fit together so like a tailor made suit
It's pull, aim, click, bang, soar and shoot
And the rain and they lick my skin
'Til freezin' smooth
And they heal over of a thousand bloody wounds
Oh Yes they heal years of a thousand bloody wounds
I was a young one
They told me I my rights at the door
As I grow older this becomes more and more
Now I'm just out that open door
I be screaming
But I ain't got tears no more
I ain't got no tears ain't got no no more
I ain't got no tears ain't got no no more