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

Darkness at the of noon
Shadows even the silver
The handmade blade, the balloon
both the sun and moon
To understand you know too
There is no in trying.

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

Temptation's page out the door
You follow, yourself at war
Watch waterfalls of roar
You feel to moan but before
You
you'd just be
One more crying.

So don't fear if you
A foreign sound to ear
It's alright, Ma, I'm sighing.

As some warn victory, some
Private great or small
Can be in the eyes of those that call
To make all that be killed to crawl
While say don't hate nothing at all
hatred.

Disillusioned like bullets bark
As human gods aim for their
Made everything from toy that spark
To flesh-colored Christs glow in the dark
It's to see without looking too far
That not
Is sacred.

While preachers preach of evil
teach that knowledge waits
Can to hundred-dollar plates
Goodness hides its gates
But even the president of the United
Sometimes have
To naked.

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

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

You lose yourself, you
You find you got nothing to fear
Alone you stand nobody near
When a trembling voice, unclear
Startles your sleeping to hear
That thinks
They found you.

A question in your is lit
Yet you know there is no answer fit to
you not to quit
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 obey authority
That they do not respect in any
Who despise jobs, their destinies
Speak jealously of that are free
Do what do just to be
Nothing more something
invest in.

While some on principles
To party platform ties
Social clubs in drag
Outsiders they can freely
Tell nothing except who to
And then say God him.

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

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

Old lady watch people in pairs
Limited in sex, they
To fake morals, insult and stare
money doesn't talk, it swears
Obscenity, who really
Propaganda, all is phony.

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

My eyes collide head-on with graveyards
goals, I scuff
At pettiness which plays so
Walk upside-down handcuffs
Kick my legs to it off
Say okay, I have had
else can you show me?

And if my could be seen
probably put my head in a guillotine
But alright, Ma, it's life, and life only.