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

Darkness at the of noon
Shadows the silver spoon
The blade, the child's balloon
Eclipses both the sun and
To understand you know too
There is no in trying.

Pointed threats, they bluff scorn
Suicide are torn
From the fool's gold
The hollow horn plays wasted
Proves to
That he not busy being
Is dying.

Temptation's page out the door
You follow, find at war
Watch waterfalls of pity
You feel to but unlike before
You
That just be
One person crying.

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

As some warn victory, downfall
Private great or small
Can be in the eyes of those that call
To make all that should be killed to
While others say don't hate at all
hatred.

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

While preachers preach of fates
Teachers teach knowledge waits
Can lead to plates
Goodness behind its gates
But the president of the United States
must have
To naked.

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

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

You yourself, you reappear
You suddenly find you got to fear
Alone you with nobody near
When a trembling distant voice,
Startles your sleeping ears to
That thinks
They found you.

A in your nerves is lit
Yet you know is no answer fit to satisfy
you not to quit
To keep it in your and not forget
it is not he or she or them or it
That you to.

Although the make the rules
For the men and the fools
I got nothing, Ma, to up to.

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

While on principles baptized
To strict platform ties
Social clubs in disguise
Outsiders they can criticize
nothing except who to idolize
And say God bless him.

While one who sings his tongue on fire
Gargles in the rat choir
Bent out of shape from society's
Cares not to up any higher
But get you down in the hole
That in.

But I mean no harm nor put
On anyone that lives in a
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
While money doesn't talk, it
Obscenity, who really
Propaganda, all is phony.

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

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

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