Luyện nghe bài hát Every Breath Is A Bomb

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