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

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

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

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

So fear if you hear
A foreign to your ear
alright, Ma, I'm only sighing.

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

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

While preach of evil fates
Teachers teach that knowledge
Can lead to plates
Goodness hides behind its
But even the of the United States
must have
To naked.

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

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

You yourself, you reappear
You suddenly find you got to fear
you stand with nobody near
When a distant voice, unclear
Startles your sleeping to hear
That somebody
They found you.

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

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

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

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

While one who sings with his tongue on
in the rat race choir
Bent out of from society's pliers
not to come 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 judges watch people in
Limited in sex, dare
To fake morals, insult and stare
money doesn't talk, it swears
Obscenity, who really
Propaganda, all is phony.

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

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

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