Luyện nghe bài hát Coming Up

Our father who art in a sits in his 37th floor 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 threshold am through my pockets
The receipts, the bus schedules, the phone numbers
The urgent napkin poems all of which has rendered
Pulpy and strange, loose 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 gotta find it

Somebody and their spray paint got too
Somebody on too heavy
Now look at me ugly by the drooling letters
I was better off alone, ain't 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 from the cold
I'm getting in my old age

So go ahead, try the door, it doesn't matter
I the weak hearted are strong willed
And we are being kept
we're killed, he's up there

The, the ice is in his glass
little pieces of paper
I ask
I just empty my and wait

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

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

But I love this city, this state this is too large
And in charge
They better take the elevator
And put than change in our cup
Or we are coming up