Luyện nghe bài hát Every Breath Is A Bomb

(fake flowers) (fake funeral)
This room is a tomb:
it's brazen bulbs mimic hyena croon.
He pulls on her wires, she to attention,
she's animated again, talking to a hypodermic reflection.
watched it all from the window ledge...
the nurses their condolences...
tougnes flapping I can't out your tone,
out hearts in slow motion.
If we make it to the scene...(fake flowers!)
me the sapphire pit (fake tomb)
peel the candy crust off my (fake flowers)
throw in the skeleton...(fake tomb)
Can you inject love's tender back into the gang bang?
Can you knit the back to the bloodstain?
Can you put the back the the beast you've broken, tied and tamed?
Can you crease the wrinkles back into the cracked and brain?
So won't you pull the fucking plug?
you cut the cord?
Because you can't put the life into this hospital ward.
She's gonna it out ok...
but she's shaking a revolution...
and she at the fire all day...
to herself..."
every has a snake in it...
Every crotch is a gun,
every ray of sunshine a cancerous chime,
every is a bomb."
I'd like to wrap my arms around you like a canopy.
I'd to take your head,
place it between my shoulders and neck,
but I'm afraid your brittle would break.
We can hear the black singing...
Can you inject love's touch back into the gang bang?
Can you knit the stiletto back to the
Can you put the bite back in the beast you've broken and tamed?
Can you crease the wrinkles back into the and open brain?
So won't you pull the plug, doctor?
Won't you cut the
Because you put the life back into this hospital ward.