Luyện nghe bài hát Giant Swan

the giant swan's got in his wings.
his are stuffed with polaroids, and they're all humiliating.
and when the wine's 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 on the stage with 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 won't the ending.
fly me home, swan!
the swan's got a pixelated beak.
his are twin mushroom clouds,
his feathers are cities,
and his breasts are hollow apartments 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 your a diamond, buddy, what's the price?
if your heart's a what's the fucking price?
your mouth is cheap and hair is shoddy.
so sit and watch the kick and spin.
then strip to your vulgar skeleton.
you'd better take one more drink of captain rum.
oh, it's gonna sting like a raw when they black swan's gone.
back at the resort, the curtains closed, you haven't the room for two solid weeks.
with a of cocaine under 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 crotch renting out.
"who's at the what the fuck!
at the door? what the fuck!
who's at the door? the fuck!"
heart is sweating; your hands are turning black.
your breaks in wearing a ski mask.
is a machete at your throat?
"give me all your money! me all the dope!"
and the like a painting of your whole life.
you scratch at the canvas, but you get inside.
and the sun's like a painting of your life.
you at the canvas, but you can't get inside.
your family is grief.
you think fast asleep.
is the curtain closing?
giant swan, me to the river.
is my flesh corroding?
swan, take me to the river.
all the you wish you said are buried with your x'd out head.
all your motives...
giant swan, me to the river.