Luyện nghe bài hát Coming Up

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

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

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

Somebody and their spray paint got too
came on too heavy
Now look at me made ugly by the letters
I was better off alone, that the way it is

They don't the first thing but you don't know that
they take the first swing
My fingers are red and swollen from the
I'm getting 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 in his glass
It's little pieces of
I ask
I just my pockets and wait

It's not fate, it's just
I don't fool myself romance
I just live number to phone number
Dusting them my thighs
In the warmth of my
Which whisper history incessantly asking me, were you?

I lower my eyes I could cry more
And care less, yes it's
I was trying to love someone
I was caught caring, weight

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