Luyện nghe bài hát Dirge

I hate myself for you
And the weakness it showed
You just a painted face
On a down suicide road

The was set, the lights went out
All the old hotel
I hate myself for you
And I'm glad the curtain

I hate that foolish we played
And the need was expressed
And the mercy you showed to me
Who ever would have

I out on lower broadway
And I felt place within
That hollow place martyrs weep
And angels with sin

Heard your songs of
And man forever
out his folly
While his is being whipped

a slave in orbit
He's beaten 'til he's
All for a moment's
And it's a dirty, shame

There are those who worship
I'm not one of
In age of fiberglass
I'm for a gem

The ball up on the wall
shown me nothin' yet
I've the price of solitude
But at last I'm out of

I can't recall a useful
You did for me
'Cept pat me on the one time
When I was on my

We stared into others eyes
'Til one of us break
No use to
What difference it make?

So sing your praise of
And of the doom
The naked truth is still
it can be seen

Lady luck who on me
Will you where I'm at
I hate myself for you
But I should get that