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
Eclipses both the sun and
To you know too soon
There is no in trying.

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

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

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

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

Disillusioned words like bullets
As gods aim for their mark
everything from toy guns that spark
To flesh-colored Christs that in the dark
It's easy to see looking too far
not much
Is sacred.

While preachers preach of evil
Teachers teach that knowledge
Can to hundred-dollar plates
hides behind its gates
But even the of the United States
must have
To naked.

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

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

You lose yourself, you
You suddenly you got nothing to fear
Alone you stand with near
a trembling distant voice, unclear
Startles your ears to hear
That thinks
really found you.

A in your nerves is lit
Yet you there 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 wise men and the
I got nothing, Ma, to up to.

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

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

While one who sings with his on fire
in the rat race 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 harm nor put
On anyone lives in a vault
But it's alright, Ma, if I can't him.

Old lady judges people in pairs
Limited in sex, they
To push 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 killer's pride,
It the minds most bitterly
For them that think death's
Won't fall upon them
Life
get lonely.

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

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