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 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 like fireworks on the stage with smoke.
sing, voice just wont stop blooming.
he wrote a play and the protagonist.
all the girls you wish you'd fucked make a appearance.
oh, and you just won't the ending.
fly me home, swan!
the giant swan's got a beak.
his eyes are twin clouds,
his feathers are cities,
and his breasts are apartments with the highest quality furnishings.
and you can watch tv until you die there, deflated skin draped over chairs.
sing, your voice just won't blooming.
if your heart's a diamond, buddy, the price?
if heart's a diamond what's the fucking price?
your mouth is cheap and your is shoddy.
so sit and watch the ballerinas and spin.
then strip down to vulgar skeleton.
you'd better one more drink of captain morgan's rum.
oh, it's gonna 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 their services.
and you have to leave CNN on so you don't about her newborn son
who entered this town the crotch you're renting out.
"who's at the door? the fuck!
who's at the door? the fuck!
who's at the what the fuck!"
your heart is your hands are turning black.
your breaks in wearing a ski mask.
is that a at your throat?
"give me all money! give 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 of your whole life.
you scratch at the canvas, but you get inside.
your is gurgling grief.
you you're fast asleep.
is that the curtain
swan, take me to the river.
is that my corroding?
swan, take me to the river.
all the things you wish you said are with your x'd out head.
all your motives...
swan, take me to the river.