Luyện nghe bài hát Guitarred and Feathered

This is a cause for here in the belly of the swarm
The situation demands that we our glasses
In of the spokesman weve fixated to the floor
Give us your hymns and your saddest verse

not partnered with the half-hearted anymore
Out are spread wide open
Our weary are splitting at the seams
And we all know youre in the idioms of grief

We are capable of the kind of love which
Only the petrified can
Concede him the let him sing
The triumph of the frauds to all his loyal

We all to the fire
Once the walls rushing down for shame
I can say it better you felt it
And I can be it bigger than you it

I havent lived a day of my life
From the one that everyones read
Ill spark
I was specially bred for the page of your magazines

Ive been fatted up for the
Sweet talker, goddamn, right, Im a blessed lamb
I can show you all how to a good time
I know why you came

But neither of us will get what you out of me
This has one too many laureates so Im keeping my peace
Every ends his life with a clich
And the of glory lead to nowhere but the grave

Ive spoiled rotten
Every thought Ive had curdled
Not everything is poetry but I cant you of that
Ive been drawn and quartered, Ive been twice over

And its sickening youve come here today to celebrate
Fuck, yeah, gonna party tonight
I am of the kind of love about which only the intoxicated
And the bound can weep