Luyện nghe bài hát Creation or a stain

I got a god in my
me that I'm crazy
Got a god in my
me I'm crazy
An angry little god punching on my
Another god
me that I'm lazy
A useless of shit with no love to give at all now
And the god up there
that I'm the greatest
Tells me no one else be as good as me.
I to them all, I was a disc jockey to consequences
Little propagandist misery
I build a cocoon I got to get
A made out of wood and glue and crack and then some paint(????)
No one see ya down and no one's getting in
I got a needle, a pack, a satchel, and a of country gin
I drink and shoot and smoke the only voice I hear
Is the one telling me those people, don't let anybody near
No let anybody near (x4)
And now the is ringing, the walls are falling down
The city are singing, my soul's nowhere around
I have myself a monster
I have damned myself
I have eaten all my children, I have tightened up my
I'm a walking crucifixion, I'm a fucked-up
Consumed in all that's left, I'm my mother's
I'm sucking on tit
milking me her pussy

I drink I'm convinced there's no place left to go
You know no place left to go (x4)
So I drink the pain is dry
I know it is
Sometimes though, I I think that I'm the best
Until the morning after when I wake up with the
Of burning down all the things my sacred have built
And out all the love you know I never felt
Yeah, you know I never (x4)
make our tortured Romeo's
Personal can be unique
You bring it on
Burn out when you peak
The Holy Ghost is exiled from your heart and from soul
If you control it it's no fun, and if it's fun you've control
Your is plagiarism
symbols have dried up
Your as confused
As old lovers you dug
some hidden toxic fume
Your dissipates
In the ozone of guilty acts motive
All the things you
There's bodies dancing,
Sexual
in an orgy
The way people eat
Regrets weight overwhelms, and bodies fall
Bankrupt the beaten
Let's split one more
Blue as beggars, beaten,
eyes made of rust
And we all know when it gets this there's no one you can trust
No no no one you can trust(x4)
Some say the locked in the sweat-box
I wouldn't
I've never there, I sold my keys to get a rock
We sing to forgotten AM radio stations
And drink wine, toast the friends that we left hanging
prisoners in conceit
We heard through the
I know for sure don't trust no one who says' they've got you
The all explode
the noise pollution booms
Everyone's now hidden like cockroaches in dark
I've been brought back the dead before, so anything can happen
Obsessed with tragic antics, and out like Eric Clapton
These are my years, I'm trying to enjoy the pain
The of dying
wrestle in my brain
We've all been of corruption
We've all been spiders on the
for a hand to smash us or the doom of light to fall
Is this of just self-hatred
Runnin' wild,
Leaking from a broken
Is this or a stain
Is creation or a stain...