Luyện nghe bài hát Coming Up

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

I in my threshold am pawing through my pockets
The receipts, the bus schedules, the matchbook numbers
The urgent poems all of which laundering 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 wrote it down
I just find it

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

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

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

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

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

I lower my eyes wishing I cry more
And care less, yes true
I was to love someone again
I was caring, bearing weight

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