Luyện nghe bài hát Dirge

I myself for lovin' you
And the weakness that it
You were just a face
On a down suicide road

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

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

I went out on broadway
And I felt place within
That hollow where martyrs weep
And angels play sin

Heard your of freedom
And man stripped
out his folly
While his back is whipped

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

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

The ball up on the wall
Hasn't me nothin' yet
I've paid the 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 into each others eyes
one of us would break
No use to
What difference it make?

So sing praise of progress
And of the machine
The naked is still taboo
it can be seen

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