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

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

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

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

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

As some warn victory, some
Private reasons great or
Can be seen in the eyes of that call
To all that should be killed to crawl
While others say hate nothing at all
hatred.

Disillusioned words like bark
As human gods aim for their
Made everything from toy guns spark
To flesh-colored Christs glow in the dark
It's easy to see looking too far
That not
Is sacred.

While preachers of evil fates
Teachers teach that waits
Can to hundred-dollar plates
Goodness hides its gates
But even the president of the States
Sometimes must
To naked.

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

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

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

A question in your 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 masters make the
For the men and the fools
I got nothing, Ma, to up to.

For that must obey authority
That do not respect in any degree
Who despise jobs, their destinies
jealously of them that are free
Do they do just to be
more than something
They in.

some on principles baptized
To strict party platform
Social clubs in drag
Outsiders they can criticize
Tell nothing who to idolize
And say God bless him.

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

But I mean no nor put fault
On anyone that lives in a
But alright, Ma, if I can't please him.

Old judges watch people in pairs
Limited in sex, dare
To push fake morals, and stare
While money talk, it swears
Obscenity, who cares
Propaganda, all is phony.

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

My eyes collide head-on with graveyards
goals, I scuff
At pettiness plays so rough
Walk inside handcuffs
my legs to crash it off
Say okay, I had enough
What else can you me?

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