Luyện nghe bài hát Every Breath Is A Bomb

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