Luyện nghe bài hát Every Breath Is A Bomb

(fake flowers) (fake funeral)
This is a fluorescent tomb:
it's brazen mimic death's hyena croon.
He on her wires, she jerks to attention,
she's animated again, talking to a hypodermic reflection.
We've watched it all from the ledge...
the nurses offer condolences...
tougnes flapping I can't make out tone,
out hearts beat in motion.
If we it to the final 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 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, and tamed?
Can you crease the wrinkles back into the cracked and brain?
So doctor won't you pull the plug?
you cut the cord?
Because you can't put the life back into this ward.
She's make it out ok...
but she's like 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 wrap my arms you like a flesh canopy.
I'd like to your head,
place it somewhere my shoulders and neck,
but I'm afraid your bones would break.
We can hear the black singing...
Can you inject love's tender touch back into the bang?
Can you knit the stiletto to the bloodstain?
Can you put the bite back in the you've broken tied and tamed?
Can you crease the back into the cracked and open brain?
So won't you pull the plug, doctor?
Won't you cut the
Because you can't put the life back into this ward.