Luyện nghe bài hát Corrugated Tin Facade

Look at mess
He he was cheatin' God
She in the autumn
His face like a dog
Now he's become that you hate
just in time to be too late
His friends are like
His lies are
the old man
and his ruined
He can't play but he does try very hard
Pens from hotel rooms, old library
and whatnots, blood in his boots
Sun in his eyes, an instead of roots
Clocks on wall, fish in the ocean
Solitude, faith, suspicion,
The whole in his stomach like words
He dreams and imagines his face like
He knows he can't without his greatest fears
And nothing's beautiful than
a tears...

Cardboard boxes of regrets
He feeds his remorse like you feed pets
Voices in his that all said, "live a day" but
The look in his makes him a dead giveaway
The bough that he breaks, the that he draws
He in love with the ugliness that nobody saw
As as he came, as far as he stood,
He loved her his mouth as hard as he could
Most people change when they the door
They walk home from work and the war
digging a ditch, and spent the day piling
Dirt until it hurt and went away
Alone and heartbroken, the way he likes it
the loneliness knows him wholly
And nothing seems to work, wrong
He watches her brushing her long, heavy