Luyện nghe bài hát Joy Division

A crucial is all but spent;
Soon it be dark in my basement.
My is waxing the slick floor again,
I will slip and fall in love.
Well she me the choice
To and rejoice,
Or to and rebel.
Well papa, this attack,
Yeah, its a attack,
And I seem to carry, much less bury the past.

Well your ex-girlfriend said I was a mess,
Yeah, got a real good head on her shoulders.
When the singer and confessed
She didnt really cigarettes,
She her teenage brother smoldered...
On a hot bed of coal in a sterile room
that Joy Division poster... .
He papa--
He papa,
Somtimes I vent my spleen!
I gotta vent my spleen--
When I get in the heart
And in the brain.

all those medicines in those sermons
Still can't keep his brazen nose turning.
And salvation it may free of charge,
But faith alway him something.
They say there is nothing as
As the blood brothers,
When its pricked there 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 fast forward it,
it off your shoulder like dead skin.
They say my on a plate
May curve the
Over the unbearable high of living.
But papa, falls apart!
falls apart!
And the grass will
As surely as will break your heart.