Luyện nghe bài hát Giant Swan

the giant swan's got in his wings.
his guts are with polaroids, and they're all humiliating.
and the wine's drunk and the wild cabaret has sung it's last voice,
and you're all alone in the 4am darkness of a pitch-black theater,
he explodes like on the stage with gold smoke.
sing, your just wont stop blooming.
he a play and you're the protagonist.
all the girls you wish you'd make a guest appearance.
oh, and you just won't the ending.
fly me home, swan!
the giant swan's got a beak.
his eyes are mushroom clouds,
his feathers are cities,
and his breasts are hollow apartments with the quality furnishings.
and you can watch tv until you die there, deflated skin draped over chairs.
sing, your voice won't stop blooming.
if your heart's a diamond, buddy, the price?
if your heart's a diamond what's the fucking
your mouth is and your hair is shoddy.
so sit and the ballerinas kick and spin.
then strip to your vulgar skeleton.
you'd take one more drink of captain morgan's rum.
oh, it's gonna sting like a raw 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 under the bed the call girls perform their services.
and you have to leave CNN on so you don't think about her son
who this town from the crotch you're renting out.
"who's at the what the fuck!
who's at the what the fuck!
who's at the door? the fuck!"
your heart is sweating; hands are turning black.
your breaks in wearing a ski mask.
is that a machete at throat?
"give me all your money! me all the dope!"
and the sun's like a painting of whole life.
you at the canvas, but you can't 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 the curtain closing?
swan, take 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 your motives...
swan, take me to the river.