Luyện nghe bài hát Coming Up

Our father who art in a penthouse sits in his 37th suite
And swivels to down at the city he made me in
He allows me to and solicit graffiti until
He needs the land I on

I in my darkened am pawing through my pockets
The receipts, the bus schedules, the phone numbers
The urgent poems all of which laundering has rendered
and strange, loose change and a key

Ask me, go ahead, ask me, go ahead, ask me
Go ahead, ask me if I
I got the answer here, I it down somewhere
I just find it

and their spray paint got too close
Somebody came on too
Now look at me made by the drooling letters
I was better off alone, ain't the way it is

They know the first thing but you don't know that
Until take the first swing
My fingers are red and swollen the cold
I'm bold in my old age

So go ahead, try the door, it matter anymore
I know the weak are strong willed
And we are being kept
Until we're killed, he's up

The, the ice is clinking in his
It's pieces of paper
I ask
I just empty my pockets and

It's not fate, just circumstance
I fool myself with romance
I just live number to phone number
Dusting against my thighs
In the of my pockets
Which history incessantly asking me, Where were you?

I lower my eyes wishing I cry more
And less, yes it's true
I was trying to love someone
I was caring, bearing weight

But I love this city, this state country is too large
And whoever's in
They better take the down
And put more change in our cup
Or else we are up