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, talking to a hypodermic reflection.
We've watched it all the window ledge...
the nurses their condolences...
flapping 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)
the candy crust 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 to the bloodstain?
Can you put the bite back the the beast you've broken, tied and
Can you crease the wrinkles back into the cracked and brain?
So doctor won't you the fucking plug?
you cut the cord?
Because you can't put the back into this hospital ward.
She's gonna 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 is a siamese gun,
every ray of sunshine hides a 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 between my shoulders and neck,
but I'm your brittle bones would break.
We can the black orchestra singing...
Can you inject love's tender touch back into the gang
Can you the stiletto back to the bloodstain?
Can you put the bite in the beast you've broken tied and tamed?
Can you the wrinkles back into the cracked and open brain?
So you pull the fucking plug, doctor?
Won't you cut the
Because you can't put the life into this hospital ward.