Luyện nghe bài hát Doctor, Doctor

Doctor, Im plagued with this malady,
Hes not so a man, hes more like a respiratory disease.
My glands distend, theres in my bones,
My swell and my throat is sore,
And I feel my temperature rise, feel my rise...
And I feel my temperature rise, feel my rise...
infect me!

The shortness of breath his palm on my chest, I heave a gasp if I can.
He my throat, so I fain an uncontrollable cough that leaves blood on my hands!
I wipe clean, it leaves fingerprints on the sheets,
the stains go away! Away! Away!

Lay down instruments, doctor, its futile to start!
Youre stethoscope only prove, the futile beating of my heart!
do not resuscitate, Ive had my fill,
You can unload the meds, but I wont the pill,
The syringe to the bone, penetrates to the bone...
The syringe to the bone, penetrates to the bone...
inject me!

The lush, the nausea savoury, cramping sweet,
The fever burns forth, and the coolness of your hands my throat is my only relief!
Dont operate, me off the table
it wont if I dont want to be saved! Oh, be saved! Be saved!

Oh, oh, oh, oh...
Oh, oh, oh, oh...
Unbandage me, me,
me, the scabs you made will always bind me.