Luyện nghe bài hát Joy Division

A filament is all but spent;
it will be dark in my basement.
My is waxing the slick floor again,
Hoping I will slip and 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.
the singer spoke and confessed
She really smoke cigarettes,
She said her teenage smoldered...
On a hot bed of in a sterile white room
that Joy Division poster... .
He papa--
He papa,
I gotta vent my spleen!
Sometmes I gotta vent my
I get shattered in the heart
And in the brain.

Well all medicines in those sermons
Still can't his brazen nose from turning.
And it may come free of charge,
But alway costs him something.
They say is nothing as sacred
As the blood brothers,
its pricked from there thumbs
And exchanged 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 song that like a train.
You can't wistle to it but you can fast forward it,
Flick it off your shoulder like skin.
say my head on a plate
May the debate
Over the unbearable high of living.
But papa, everything apart!
falls apart!
And the grass will
As as they will break your heart.