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 stand and graffiti until
He needs the land I on

I in my darkened am pawing through my pockets
The receipts, the bus schedules, the matchbook numbers
The urgent napkin poems all of which has rendered
and strange, loose 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 somewhere
I just gotta it

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

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

So go ahead, try the door, it doesn't matter
I know the hearted are strong willed
And we are being alive
Until we're killed, up there

The, the ice is in his glass
little pieces of paper
I ask
I just empty my and wait

It's not fate, just circumstance
I fool myself with romance
I just live number to phone number
them against my thighs
In the warmth of my
Which whisper history incessantly asking me, Where were

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

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