Luyện nghe bài hát Final Cut

Through the fish lens of tear stained eyes
I can barely define the shape of moment in time
And far from flying in clear blue skies
I'm spiralling down to the hole in the ground I hide
If you the minefield in drive
And beat the dogs and cheat electronic eyes
And if you make it past the shotguns in the
Dial the combination, the priesthole
And if I'm in tell
There's a kid who had a big
Making to girls in magazines
He wonders if you're sleeping with your new faith
Could anybody love
Or is it a crazy dream?
And if I show you my side
Will you hold me tonight?
And if I open my to you
And you my weak side
would you do?
Would you your story to Rolling Stone?
Would you the children away
And leave me
And smile in
As you down the phone
Would you me packing?
Or you take me home?
Thought I bare my naked feelings
Thought I oughta tear the curtain
I held the blade in hands
Prepared to make it but just then the phone
I never had the nerve to the final cut
there,
listen,
I I've got it}