Luyện nghe bài hát Every Breath Is A Bomb

(fake flowers) (fake funeral)
This room is a fluorescent
it's brazen mimic death's hyena croon.
He pulls on her wires, she to attention,
animated again, she's talking to a hypodermic reflection.
We've watched it all from the ledge...
the nurses offer condolences...
tougnes flapping I can't out your tone,
out hearts in slow 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 the stiletto back to the bloodstain?
Can you put the bite back the the beast you've broken, tied and
Can you the wrinkles back into the cracked and open brain?
So doctor won't you 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 shaking like a revolution...
and she stares at the all day...
to herself..."
every has a snake in it...
crotch is a siamese gun,
every ray of hides a cancerous chime,
breath is a bomb."
I'd to wrap my arms around 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 the black orchestra singing...
Can you inject tender touch back into the gang bang?
Can you knit the back to the bloodstain?
Can you put the bite back in the beast you've broken and tamed?
Can you crease the wrinkles back the cracked 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.