Luyện nghe bài hát Coming Up

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

I in my darkened am pawing through my pockets
The receipts, the bus schedules, the matchbook phone
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 answer here, I wrote it down
I just find it

and their 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

They don't know the first but you don't know that
Until they take the first
My fingers are red and swollen from the
I'm getting 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
Until we're killed, he's up

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

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

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

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