Luyện nghe bài hát Every Breath Is A Bomb

(fake flowers) (fake funeral)
This room is a tomb:
it's brazen mimic death's hyena croon.
He pulls on her wires, she to attention,
she's animated again, she's talking to a reflection.
We've it all from the window ledge...
the nurses offer condolences...
tougnes I can't make out your tone,
out beat in slow motion.
If we it to the final scene...(fake flowers!)
show me the pit (fake tomb)
peel the candy crust off my (fake flowers)
in the brittle skeleton...(fake tomb)
Can you inject love's tender touch back into the gang
Can you knit the stiletto to the bloodstain?
Can you put the bite back the the beast you've broken, tied and
Can you crease the wrinkles back into the cracked and brain?
So doctor won't you the fucking plug?
Won't you cut the
you can't put the life back into this hospital ward.
She's gonna it out ok...
but she's shaking a revolution...
and she stares at the 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 my arms around you like a flesh canopy.
I'd to take your head,
place it between my shoulders and neck,
but I'm afraid brittle bones would break.
We can hear the orchestra singing...
Can you love's tender touch back into the gang bang?
Can you knit the stiletto back to the
Can you put the bite back in the you've broken tied and tamed?
Can you crease the wrinkles back the cracked and open brain?
So won't you pull the fucking plug,
you cut the cord?
Because you can't put the life back this hospital ward.