Luyện nghe bài hát Giant Swan

the giant got ghosts in his wings.
his guts are stuffed with polaroids, and all humiliating.
and when the drunk and the wild cabaret has sung it's last voice,
and sitting all alone in the 4am darkness of a pitch-black theater,
he explodes fireworks on the stage with gold smoke.
sing, your voice just stop blooming.
he wrote a play and the protagonist.
all the you wish 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 with the highest furnishings.
and you can tv until you die there, deflated skin draped over luxury chairs.
sing, your voice just stop blooming.
if your a diamond, buddy, what's the price?
if your a diamond what's the fucking price?
mouth is cheap and your hair is shoddy.
so sit and watch the ballerinas and spin.
then down to your vulgar skeleton.
better take one more drink of captain morgan's rum.
oh, it's gonna sting like a raw when they black swan's gone.
at the resort, the curtains 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 about her newborn son
who this town from the crotch you're renting out.
"who's at the door? the fuck!
who's at the door? the fuck!
who's at the door? the fuck!"
your heart is your hands are turning black.
your 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 a painting of your whole life.
you scratch at the canvas, but you get inside.
and the sun's a painting of your whole life.
you at the canvas, but you can't get inside.
your family is grief.
you you're fast asleep.
is that the curtain
swan, take me to the river.
is that my flesh
swan, take me to the river.
all the things you wish you said are buried with x'd out head.
all your motives...
giant swan, me to the river.