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
both the sun and moon
To understand you know too
is no sense in trying.

Pointed threats, they with scorn
Suicide are torn
the fool's gold mouthpiece
The horn plays wasted words
Proves to
That he not busy born
Is dying.

Temptation's flies out the door
You follow, yourself at war
waterfalls of pity roar
You feel to but unlike before
You
That you'd be
One more crying.

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

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

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

While preachers preach of evil
Teachers that knowledge waits
Can lead to plates
Goodness hides its gates
But even the president of the States
must have
To naked.

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

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

You yourself, you reappear
You suddenly you got nothing to fear
Alone you stand with nobody
When a trembling distant voice,
Startles your sleeping to hear
somebody thinks
They really you.

A question in nerves is lit
Yet you know is no answer fit to satisfy
you not to quit
To it in your mind and not forget
That it is not he or she or 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 authority
That they do not respect in any
Who their jobs, their destinies
Speak of them that are free
Do what do just to be
more than something
They in.

While on principles baptized
To strict platform ties
clubs in drag disguise
Outsiders can freely criticize
Tell nothing except who to
And then say God him.

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

But I no harm nor put fault
On anyone that in a vault
But it's alright, Ma, if I can't him.

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

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

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

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