Luyện nghe bài hát Every Breath Is A Bomb

(fake flowers) (fake funeral)
This is a fluorescent tomb:
it's brazen bulbs mimic death's croon.
He on her wires, she jerks to attention,
animated again, she's talking 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 hearts beat in motion.
If we make it to the scene...(fake flowers!)
me the sapphire pit (fake tomb)
peel the candy off my body (fake flowers)
throw in the skeleton...(fake tomb)
Can you inject love's tender touch back into the gang
Can you knit the stiletto back to the
Can you put the bite back the the 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
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 at the fire all day...
to herself..."
every hole has a in it...
Every is a siamese gun,
ray of sunshine hides a cancerous chime,
every is a bomb."
I'd like to wrap my around you like a flesh canopy.
I'd to take your head,
place it somewhere between my and neck,
but I'm afraid your brittle would break.
We can the black orchestra singing...
Can you inject tender touch back into the gang 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?
you cut the cord?
Because you can't put the life into this hospital ward.