Luyện nghe bài hát Dirge

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

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

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

I went out on lower
And I that place within
hollow place where martyrs weep
And play with sin

Heard songs of freedom
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 a dirty, rotten shame

There are who worship loneliness
I'm not one of
In this age of
I'm for a gem

The crystal ball up on the
Hasn't me nothin' yet
I've the price of solitude
But at last I'm out of

I recall a useful thing
You did for me
'Cept pat me on the back one
When I was on my

We stared into each others
'Til one of us would
No use to
What would it make?

So sing your of progress
And of the machine
The naked truth is still
Whenever it can be

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