Luyện nghe bài hát Coming Up

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

I in my threshold 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 just 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, ain't the way it is

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

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

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

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

I lower my eyes wishing I could cry
And care less, yes it's
I was to love someone again
I was caught caring, bearing

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