Luyện nghe bài hát Coming Up

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

I in my darkened am pawing through my pockets
The receipts, the bus schedules, the matchbook phone
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 got too close
Somebody on too heavy
Now look at me made ugly by the letters
I was better off alone, ain't the way it is

They know the first thing but you don't 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 matter anymore
I the weak hearted are strong willed
And we are being alive
Until we're killed, up there

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 with romance
I just live number to phone number
Dusting them my thighs
In the warmth of my
Which whisper history incessantly asking me, Where you?

I lower my eyes I could cry more
And less, yes it's true
I was trying to love again
I was caught caring, bearing

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