Luyện nghe bài hát Dirge

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

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

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

I out on lower broadway
And I that place within
That hollow place where weep
And angels play sin

Heard your of freedom
And man stripped
Acting out his
While his is being whipped

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

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

We into each others eyes
one of us would break
No use to
difference would it make?

So your praise of progress
And of the machine
The naked truth is still
it can be seen

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