Luyện nghe bài hát Corrugated Tin Facade

Look at mess
He thought he was God
She leaves in the
His like a beaten dog
Now he's everything that you hate
He's just in to be too late
His friends are snowflakes
His are confessions
the old man
and his possessions
He can't play guitar but he try very hard
Pens from hotel rooms, old card
and whatnots, blood in his boots
Sun in his eyes, an achor instead of
Clocks on wall, fish in the ocean
Solitude, faith, suspicion,
The whole in his tastes like words
He dreams and his face like hers
He knows he can't live his greatest fears
And nothing's more beautiful
a tears...

Cardboard full of regrets
He feeds his remorse like you feed pets
Voices in his that all said, "live a day" but
The look in his eyes makes him a dead
The bough that he breaks, the that he draws
He fell in love the ugliness that nobody saw
As as he came, as far as he stood,
He loved her his mouth as hard as he could
people change when they enter the door
They walk home from and remember the war
He's a ditch, and spent the day piling
Dirt until it hurt and went smiling
and heartbroken, just the way he likes it
Only the loneliness him wholly
And seems to work, wrong everywhere
He watches her brushing her long, hair