Luyện nghe bài hát Every Breath Is A Bomb

(fake flowers) (fake funeral)
room is a fluorescent tomb:
it's bulbs mimic death's hyena croon.
He pulls on her wires, she to attention,
she's again, she's talking to a hypodermic reflection.
watched it all from the window ledge...
the nurses their condolences...
tougnes flapping I make out your tone,
out beat in slow motion.
If we it to the final 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 back to the
Can you put the bite back the the beast broken, tied and tamed?
Can you crease the wrinkles into the cracked and open brain?
So doctor won't you pull the 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...
crotch is a siamese gun,
every ray of sunshine hides a chime,
every 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 hear the orchestra singing...
Can you inject love's touch back into the gang bang?
Can you knit the stiletto back to the
Can you put the bite back in the you've broken tied and tamed?
Can you crease the wrinkles back into the cracked and open
So won't you pull the plug, doctor?
you cut the cord?
Because you can't put the life back into this ward.