Luyện nghe bài hát Coming Up

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

I in my darkened threshold am through my pockets
The receipts, the bus schedules, the matchbook numbers
The urgent poems 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 spray got too close
Somebody came on too
Now at me made ugly by the drooling letters
I was off alone, ain't that the way it is

don't know the first thing but you don't know that
Until they 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 doesn't matter
I know the weak hearted are strong
And we are being kept
Until we're killed, up there

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

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

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

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