Luyện nghe bài hát Joy Division

A crucial is all but spent;
Soon it be dark in my basement.
My heart is waxing the floor again,
Hoping I will 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 ex-girlfriend said I was a terrible mess,
Yeah, got a real good head on her shoulders.
When the spoke and confessed
She really smoke cigarettes,
She her teenage brother smoldered...
On a hot bed of coal in a sterile white
Underneath Joy Division poster... .
He moaned
He papa,
Somtimes I gotta my spleen!
Sometmes I gotta vent my
I get shattered in the heart
And in the brain.

Well all those medicines in those
Still keep his brazen nose from turning.
And salvation it may free of charge,
But alway costs him something.
say there is nothing as sacred
As the between 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 asked for a but you got a refrain.
Yeah, its another sad that moves like a train.
You wistle to it but you can fast forward through it,
Flick it off shoulder like dead skin.
say my head on a plate
May the debate
Over the high cost of living.
But papa, falls apart!
Everything apart!
And the grass grow
As surely as they will your heart.