Luyện nghe bài hát Giant Swan

the swan's got ghosts in his wings.
his guts are with polaroids, and they're all humiliating.
and when the wine's drunk and the wild cabaret has sung last voice,
and sitting all alone in the 4am darkness of a pitch-black theater,
he explodes like fireworks on the with gold smoke.
sing, your voice just stop blooming.
he wrote a play and the protagonist.
all the girls you wish fucked make a guest appearance.
oh, and you won't believe the ending.
fly me home, swan!
the giant swan's got a beak.
his eyes are twin clouds,
his are unsuspecting cities,
and his breasts are hollow with the highest quality furnishings.
and you can tv until you die there, deflated skin draped over luxury chairs.
sing, your voice just won't blooming.
if heart's a diamond, buddy, what's the price?
if heart's a diamond what's the fucking price?
your is cheap and your hair is shoddy.
so sit and watch the kick and spin.
then strip down to your skeleton.
you'd better take one more of captain morgan's rum.
oh, gonna sting like a raw sunrise when they black swan's gone.
back at the resort, the closed, you haven't left the room for two solid weeks.
with a pound of cocaine under the bed 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 the crotch you're renting out.
"who's at the what the fuck!
who's at the door? the fuck!
who's at the door? the fuck!"
your heart is your hands are turning black.
shadow breaks in wearing a ski mask.
is a machete at your throat?
"give me all money! give me all the dope!"
and the sun's like a of your whole life.
you at the canvas, but you can't get inside.
and the sun's like a painting of your life.
you scratch at the canvas, but you get inside.
family is gurgling grief.
you you're fast asleep.
is that the curtain
giant swan, me to the river.
is that my corroding?
swan, take me to the river.
all the things you wish you said are buried with x'd out head.
all ulterior motives...
giant swan, me to the river.