Luyện nghe bài hát Dirge

I myself for lovin' you
And the weakness it showed
You were a painted face
On a trip down suicide

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

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

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

Heard songs of freedom
And man forever
Acting out his
While his back is being

Like a slave in
He's 'til he's tame
All for a glory
And it's a dirty, shame

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

The ball up on the wall
Hasn't shown me yet
paid 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 one time
I was on my knees

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

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

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