Luyện nghe bài hát It's All Right Ma, I'm Only Bleeding

Darkness at the break of
Shadows even the spoon
The handmade blade, the balloon
Eclipses both the sun and
To understand you too soon
is no sense in trying.

Pointed threats, they bluff with
remarks are torn
From the gold mouthpiece
The hollow plays wasted words
Proves to
That he not being born
Is dying.

Temptation's flies out the door
You follow, find at war
Watch waterfalls of pity
You feel to moan but before
You
you'd just be
One person crying.

So don't fear if you
A sound to your ear
alright, Ma, I'm only sighing.

As some victory, some downfall
Private reasons or small
Can be seen in the eyes of those call
To make all should be killed to crawl
While others say don't nothing at all
hatred.

Disillusioned words like bark
As gods aim for their mark
Made from toy guns that spark
To Christs that glow in the dark
It's to see without looking too far
not much
Is sacred.

While preachers of evil fates
teach that knowledge waits
Can lead to hundred-dollar
Goodness behind its gates
But the president of the United States
must have
To naked.

An' though the rules of the road have lodged
It's only people's that you got to dodge
And alright, Ma, I can make it.

signs that con you
Into thinking the one
That can do what's never been
That can win what's never won
Meantime life outside on
All you.

You lose yourself, you
You suddenly find you got nothing to
Alone you stand with nobody
a trembling distant voice, unclear
Startles your sleeping to hear
somebody thinks
They found you.

A question in nerves is lit
Yet you know there is no answer fit to
Insure you not to
To keep it in mind and not forget
it is not he or she or them or it
That you to.

the masters make the rules
For the wise men and the
I got nothing, Ma, to up to.

For them that must obey
That do not respect in any degree
Who despise their jobs, destinies
Speak jealously of them are free
Do what they do to be
Nothing than something
invest in.

While some on principles
To strict platform ties
Social clubs in drag
Outsiders they can criticize
Tell except who to idolize
And then say God him.

one who sings with his tongue on fire
Gargles in the rat race
Bent out of shape from pliers
Cares not to up any higher
But get you down in the hole
That in.

But I mean no nor put fault
On anyone that in a vault
But it's alright, Ma, if I please him.

Old judges watch people in pairs
Limited in sex, dare
To fake morals, insult and stare
While money talk, it swears
Obscenity, who really
Propaganda, all is phony.

While that defend what they cannot see
With a pride, security
It blows the minds bitterly
For them that death's honesty
Won't fall upon them
Life
get lonely.

My eyes head-on with stuffed graveyards
False goals, I
At pettiness plays so rough
Walk upside-down handcuffs
my legs to crash it off
Say okay, I had enough
What can you show me?

And if my thought-dreams be seen
They'd probably put my head in a
But alright, Ma, it's life, and life only.