Luyện nghe bài hát Final Cut

Through the fish eyed lens of stained eyes
I can define the shape of this moment in time
And far flying high in clear blue skies
I'm spiralling down to the hole in the ground I hide
If you negotiate the minefield in
And the dogs and cheat cold electronic eyes
And if you make it past the shotguns in the
Dial the combination, the priesthole
And if I'm in I'll
a kid who had a big hallucination
Making love to in magazines
He wonders if you're sleeping with new found faith
anybody love him?
Or is it just a dream?
And if I show you my side
Will you still me tonight?
And if I open my to you
And you my weak side
What you do?
Would you sell your story to Stone?
Would you take the children
And me alone
And in reassurance
As you whisper the phone
Would you send me
Or you take me home?
Thought I bare my naked feelings
Thought I oughta tear the down
I the blade in trembling hands
Prepared to make it but just the phone rang
I had the nerve to make the final cut
there,
listen,
I think got it}