Luyện nghe bài hát Giant Swan

the swan's got ghosts in his wings.
his guts are stuffed with polaroids, and all humiliating.
and the wine's drunk and the wild cabaret has sung it's last voice,
and you're sitting all alone in the 4am of a pitch-black theater,
he explodes like fireworks on the stage gold smoke.
sing, your voice just wont blooming.
he a play and you're the protagonist.
all the girls you you'd fucked make a guest appearance.
oh, and you just believe the ending.
fly me home, swan!
the giant got a pixelated beak.
his are twin mushroom clouds,
his feathers are cities,
and his breasts are apartments with the highest quality furnishings.
and you can watch tv until you die there, deflated skin draped luxury chairs.
sing, your voice just stop blooming.
if your heart's a diamond, buddy, the price?
if your heart's a diamond the fucking price?
your mouth is cheap and hair is shoddy.
so sit and watch the kick and spin.
then down to your vulgar skeleton.
you'd better one more drink of captain morgan's rum.
oh, gonna sting like a raw sunrise when they black swan's gone.
back at the resort, the curtains closed, you left the room for two solid weeks.
with a pound of cocaine the bed where the call girls perform their services.
and you have to leave CNN on so you don't think her newborn son
who entered this town from the you're renting out.
"who's at the what the fuck!
who's at the door? the fuck!
at the door? what the fuck!"
your heart is sweating; your hands are black.
shadow breaks in wearing a ski mask.
is a machete at your throat?
"give me all your money! me all the dope!"
and the sun's like a painting of whole life.
you scratch at the canvas, but you get inside.
and the sun's like a of your whole life.
you scratch at the canvas, but you get inside.
family is gurgling grief.
you think fast asleep.
is that the closing?
giant swan, me to the river.
is that my corroding?
giant swan, me to the river.
all the you wish you said are buried with your x'd out head.
all ulterior motives...
giant swan, me to the river.