Luyện nghe bài hát Guitarred and Feathered

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

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

We are capable of the of love about which
Only the can speak
Concede him the microphone let him
The of the frauds to all his loyal psychofanatics

We all to the fire
Once the walls come rushing 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 apart
From the one that read about
Ill spark
I was specially bred for the cover of your magazines

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

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

Ive been spoiled
thought Ive authored had curdled
Not everything is poetry but I cant convince you of
Ive been drawn and quartered, Ive been picked over

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