Luyện nghe bài hát Joy Division

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

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

Well all those in those sermons
Still can't keep his nose from turning.
And it may come free of charge,
But faith alway him something.
say there is nothing as sacred
As the blood brothers,
When its pricked from there
And beneath the covers.
Well papa, my is gone!
Yeah, my is gone,
So you tell now how it is,
I'm supposed to get along.

Well, you asked for a but you got a refrain.
Yeah, its another sad song that like a train.
You wistle to it but you can fast forward through it,
Flick it off your shoulder dead skin.
They say my head on a
May curve the
Over the high cost of living.
But papa, everything apart!
Everything apart!
And the grass will
As surely as will break your heart.