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

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

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

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

So don't if you hear
A sound to your ear
alright, Ma, I'm only sighing.

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

Disillusioned words like bullets
As gods 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 teach knowledge waits
Can lead to hundred-dollar
Goodness hides behind its
But even the of the United States
Sometimes must
To naked.

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

Advertising that con you
Into you're the one
That can do what's been done
That can win never been won
Meantime life 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 sleeping ears to hear
That somebody
They really you.

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

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

For them that must authority
That do not respect in any degree
Who despise their jobs, destinies
Speak jealously of them that are
Do what they do to be
Nothing than something
invest in.

While some on baptized
To strict party platform
Social in drag disguise
Outsiders they can criticize
Tell except who to idolize
And say God bless him.

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

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

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

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

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

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