Luyện nghe bài hát Coming Up

Our who art in a penthouse sits in his 37th floor suite
And to gaze 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 threshold am pawing through my pockets
The receipts, the bus schedules, the matchbook numbers
The urgent napkin poems all of 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 answer here, I it down somewhere
I gotta find it

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

They don't know the thing but you don't know that
Until take the first swing
My are red and swollen 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 kept alive
Until killed, he's up there

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

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

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

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