Luyện nghe bài hát Joy Division

A crucial is all but spent;
Soon it will be in my basement.
My heart is waxing the slick again,
Hoping I will slip and in love.
Well she gave me the
To and rejoice,
Or to and rebel.
Well papa, gravity attack,
Yeah, its a attack,
And I can't to carry, much less bury the past.

Well your ex-girlfriend said I was a mess,
Yeah, she's got a real good on her shoulders.
When the singer spoke and
She didnt really cigarettes,
She said her teenage smoldered...
On a hot bed of coal in a sterile white
Underneath Joy Division poster... .
He papa--
He papa,
Somtimes I gotta my spleen!
Sometmes I gotta vent my
I get shattered in the heart
And in the brain.

all those medicines in those sermons
Still keep his brazen nose from turning.
And salvation it may come of charge,
But faith alway him something.
They say there is as sacred
As the blood brothers,
When its pricked from thumbs
And beneath the covers.
Well papa, my is gone!
Yeah, my is gone,
So would you now how it is,
That I'm to get along.

Well, you for a chorus but you got a refrain.
Yeah, its sad song that moves like a train.
You can't wistle to it but you can forward through it,
Flick it off shoulder like dead skin.
They say my on a plate
May curve the
Over the unbearable cost of living.
But papa, everything apart!
Everything apart!
And the will grow
As as they will break your heart.