Luyện nghe bài hát Giant Swan

the swan's got ghosts in his wings.
his guts are stuffed polaroids, and they're all humiliating.
and when the wine's drunk and the wild has sung it's last voice,
and you're sitting all in the 4am darkness of a pitch-black theater,
he explodes fireworks on the stage with gold smoke.
sing, voice just wont stop blooming.
he a play and you're the protagonist.
all the girls you wish you'd fucked a guest appearance.
oh, and you just won't the ending.
fly me home, swan!
the swan's got a pixelated beak.
his eyes are twin clouds,
his feathers are 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, voice just won't stop blooming.
if your heart's a diamond, buddy, what's the
if your heart's a diamond what's the fucking
your mouth is cheap and your is shoddy.
so sit and the ballerinas kick and spin.
then strip down to vulgar skeleton.
you'd better take one more of captain morgan's rum.
oh, it's sting like a raw sunrise when they black swan's gone.
back at the resort, the curtains closed, you haven't left the room for two weeks.
with a pound of cocaine under the bed where the call girls perform 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 what the fuck!"
your heart is sweating; your hands are black.
your shadow in wearing a ski mask.
is that a machete at your
"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.
your is gurgling grief.
you think you're asleep.
is the curtain closing?
swan, take me to the river.
is that my flesh
giant swan, me to the river.
all the things you wish you said are with your x'd out head.
all ulterior motives...
giant swan, me to the river.