Luyện nghe bài hát Creation or a stain

I got a god in my
Tells me that I'm
Got a god in my
me I'm crazy
An angry little god on my skull
Another god
me that I'm lazy
A piece of shit with no love to give at all now
And the smallest god up
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 propagandist misery
I build a cocoon I got to get
A shirt made out of 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 until the voice I hear
Is the one me those other people, don't let anybody near
No don't let near (x4)
And now the telephone is ringing, the are falling down
The city birds are singing, my soul's nowhere
I made myself a monster
I have damned again
I have all my children, I have tightened up my skin
I'm a crucifixion, I'm a fucked-up memory
Consumed in all that's left, I'm my misery
I'm sucking on tit
She's milking me her

I drink until I'm convinced no place left to go
You there's no place left to go (x4)
So I drink the pain is dry
I know it is
Sometimes though, I guess I think that I'm the
the morning after when I wake up with the guilt
Of burning down all the things my hands have built
And throwing out all the you know I never felt
Yeah, you know I felt (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 and from your soul
If you it it's no fun, and if it's fun you've lost control
past is plagiarism
your symbols dried up
Your corruption's as
As old that you dug
Like some hidden fume
Your soul
In the ozone of guilty acts with
All the you hate
There's dancing, crazed
heat
Crazy in an
The way starving eat
Regrets weight overwhelms, and tired fall
Bankrupt from the
Let's split one more
as beggars, beaten, bleeding
Tired made of rust
And we all know when it like 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 know
I've never been there, I sold my to get a rock
We along to forgotten AM radio stations
And drink wine, toast the friends that we left hanging
prisoners in conceit
We through the cracks
I know for sure don't trust no one who they've got you back
The windows all
Outside the noise pollution
Everyone's now hidden like cockroaches in rooms
I've brought back from the dead before, so anything can happen
Obsessed with tragic antics, down and out like Clapton
These are my wild years, I'm trying to the pain
The euphoria of
Toxins wrestle in my
We've all been of corruption
all been spiders 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 a broken soul
Is this creation or a
Is this or a stain...