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

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

Pointed threats, they bluff with
Suicide remarks are
From the fool's gold
The hollow plays wasted words
Proves to
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 if you hear
A sound to your ear
It's alright, Ma, I'm sighing.

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

Disillusioned words like bullets
As human gods aim for their
Made everything from toy guns that
To flesh-colored Christs that in the dark
It's to see without looking too far
That not
Is sacred.

While preach of evil fates
Teachers teach that waits
Can to hundred-dollar plates
Goodness behind its gates
But even the president of the United
must have
To naked.

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

Advertising signs con you
Into thinking the one
That can do never been done
That can win never been won
Meantime life outside on
All you.

You lose yourself, you
You find you got nothing to fear
Alone you stand with nobody
a trembling distant voice, unclear
Startles your sleeping to hear
That thinks
really found you.

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

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

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

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

While one who sings with his tongue on
in the rat race choir
Bent out of shape society's pliers
Cares not to come up any
But rather get you down in the
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, dare
To push fake morals, insult and
While money doesn't talk, it
Obscenity, who really
Propaganda, all is phony.

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

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

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