Luyện nghe bài hát Every Breath Is A Bomb

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