Luyện nghe bài hát Creation or a stain

I got a god in my
Tells me I'm crazy
Got a god in my
Telling me I'm
An little god punching on my skull
Another god
Tells me that I'm
A useless piece of 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 listen to them all, I was a disc jockey to
Little selling misery
I build a I got to get away
A shirt made out of wood and and crack and then some paint(????)
No one see ya down there and no getting in
I got a needle, a pack, a satchel, and a of country gin
I drink and shoot and smoke until the only voice I
Is the one telling me those other people, don't let anybody
No don't let anybody (x4)
And now the is ringing, the walls are falling down
The city are singing, my soul's nowhere around
I have made 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
She's milking me her

I drink until I'm convinced there's no left to go
You know there's no place to go (x4)
So I drink until the is dry
I know it is
Sometimes though, I guess I think that I'm the
Until the morning after I wake up with the guilt
Of burning down all the my sacred hands have built
And throwing out all the you know I never felt
Yeah, you know I never (x4)
Let's make our Romeo's
Personal help can be
You bring it on
Burn out you might peak
The Ghost is exiled from your heart and from your soul
If you control it it's no fun, and if it's fun you've lost
Your is plagiarism
your have dried up
corruption's as confused
As old lovers you dug
Like some hidden toxic
Your soul
In the of guilty acts with motive
All the you hate
There's dancing, crazed
Sexual
in an orgy
The way people eat
Regrets weight overwhelms, and tired fall
from the beaten
Let's split one more
Blue as beggars, beaten,
Tired eyes made of
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 solution's locked in the
I know
I've never there, I sold my keys to get a rock
We sing along to forgotten AM stations
And drink wine, toast the friends that we left hanging
prisoners in conceit
We through the cracks
I know for don't trust no one who says' they've got you back
The windows all
Outside the noise pollution
Everyone's now hidden like cockroaches in rooms
I've been back from the dead before, so anything can happen
with tragic antics, down and out like Eric Clapton
These are my wild years, I'm to enjoy the pain
The euphoria of
Toxins wrestle in my
all been leaders of corruption
We've all been on the wall
Waiting for a hand to smash us or the doom of to fall
Is this guilt of self-hatred
wild, uncontained
Leaking from a broken
Is creation or a stain
Is creation or a stain...