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

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

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

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

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

As some victory, some downfall
Private great or small
Can be seen in the eyes of those call
To make all that should be killed to
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 flesh-colored Christs that in the dark
It's to see without looking too far
not much
Is sacred.

preachers preach of evil fates
Teachers teach that waits
Can lead to hundred-dollar
Goodness behind its gates
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
thinking you're the one
That can do never been done
That can win what's been won
Meantime outside goes on
All you.

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

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

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

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

While some on baptized
To strict party platform
Social clubs in drag
Outsiders they can freely
Tell nothing 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 society's pliers
not to come up any higher
But get you down in the hole
That in.

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

Old lady judges watch people in
Limited in sex, they
To push fake morals, insult and
While money doesn't talk, it
Obscenity, who cares
Propaganda, all is phony.

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

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

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