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 the wine's drunk 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 fireworks on the with gold smoke.
sing, your just wont stop blooming.
he wrote a play and the protagonist.
all the girls you you'd fucked make a guest appearance.
oh, and you just believe the ending.
fly me home, swan!
the giant got a pixelated beak.
his are twin mushroom clouds,
his are unsuspecting 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, voice just won't stop blooming.
if heart's a diamond, buddy, what's the price?
if your heart's a what's the fucking price?
your mouth is and your hair is shoddy.
so sit and watch the ballerinas and spin.
strip down to your vulgar skeleton.
you'd better take one more 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 haven't 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 from the crotch you're out.
"who's at the door? the fuck!
who's at the what the fuck!
at the door? what the fuck!"
your heart is sweating; hands are turning black.
your breaks in wearing a ski mask.
is that a at your throat?
"give me all your money! 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 at the canvas, but you can't get inside.
your is gurgling grief.
you think fast asleep.
is that the curtain
giant swan, me to the river.
is that my flesh
swan, take me to the river.
all the things you you said are buried with your x'd out head.
all ulterior motives...
swan, take me to the river.