Luyện nghe bài hát Joy Division

A crucial is all but spent;
it will be dark in my basement.
My heart is waxing the slick again,
Hoping I will and fall in love.
Well she me the choice
To and rejoice,
Or to and rebel.
Well papa, gravity attack,
Yeah, its a attack,
And I can't seem to carry, much 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 white room
Underneath that Joy poster... .
He moaned
He papa,
I gotta vent my spleen!
Sometmes I gotta my spleen--
I get shattered in the heart
And in the brain.

Well all those medicines in sermons
Still can't keep his brazen nose turning.
And salvation it may come of charge,
But faith costs him something.
They say is nothing as sacred
As the between brothers,
When its from there thumbs
And beneath the covers.
Well papa, my is gone!
Yeah, my is gone,
So would you 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 moves a train.
You can't wistle to it but you can fast forward it,
Flick it off shoulder like dead skin.
They say my head on a
May curve the
Over the unbearable cost of living.
But papa, falls apart!
falls apart!
And the will grow
As surely as they break your heart.