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

Darkness at the break of
Shadows the silver spoon
The blade, the child's balloon
Eclipses both the sun and
To understand you too soon
There is no in trying.

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

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

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

As warn victory, some downfall
Private reasons or small
Can be in the eyes of those that call
To make all that should be to crawl
While others say don't hate at all
hatred.

Disillusioned like bullets bark
As human aim for their mark
Made everything from toy guns spark
To flesh-colored Christs glow in the dark
It's to see without looking too far
not much
Is sacred.

While preachers of evil fates
Teachers that knowledge waits
Can lead to plates
hides behind its gates
But the president of the United States
Sometimes have
To naked.

An' though the of the road have been lodged
only 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 never been done
That can win what's never won
Meantime life outside on
All you.

You yourself, you reappear
You suddenly find you got nothing to
Alone you stand nobody near
a trembling distant voice, unclear
Startles your sleeping ears to
That somebody
They found you.

A question in your is lit
Yet you know is no answer fit to satisfy
Insure you not to
To keep it in mind and not forget
That it is not he or she or or it
you belong to.

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

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

While some on baptized
To strict platform ties
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
in the rat race choir
Bent out of shape from pliers
Cares not to come up any
But rather get you down in the
That in.

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

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

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

My eyes collide head-on with stuffed
goals, I scuff
At pettiness which plays so
Walk upside-down inside
my legs to crash it off
Say okay, I had enough
What can you show me?

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