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 allows me to and solicit graffiti until
He needs the 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 here, I wrote it down somewhere
I just find it

Somebody and their 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

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

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

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

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

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

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