Luyện nghe bài hát Giant Swan

the swan's got ghosts in his wings.
his are stuffed with polaroids, and they're all humiliating.
and when the wine's drunk and the wild cabaret has it's last voice,
and sitting all alone in the 4am darkness of a pitch-black theater,
he explodes like fireworks on the with gold smoke.
sing, your voice wont stop blooming.
he wrote a play and the protagonist.
all the you wish you'd fucked make a guest appearance.
oh, and you just believe 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 apartments with the highest quality furnishings.
and you can watch tv until you die there, deflated skin over luxury chairs.
sing, your voice just won't blooming.
if heart's a diamond, buddy, what's the price?
if your a diamond what's the fucking price?
your mouth is and your hair is shoddy.
so sit and watch the kick and spin.
then down to your vulgar skeleton.
you'd better one more drink 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 for two solid weeks.
a pound of cocaine under the bed where the call girls perform their services.
and you have to leave CNN on so you don't about her newborn son
who entered this town from the crotch you're out.
"who's at the door? the fuck!
who's at the door? the fuck!
who's at the door? the fuck!"
your is sweating; your hands are turning black.
your shadow breaks in a ski mask.
is a machete at your throat?
"give me all your money! 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 painting of your life.
you at the canvas, but you can't get inside.
your family is grief.
you think you're 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 are buried with your x'd out head.
all your motives...
giant swan, me to the river.