Luyện nghe bài hát Joy Division

A crucial is all but spent;
it will be dark in my basement.
My heart is the slick 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 your ex-girlfriend said I was a mess,
Yeah, she's got a real good on her shoulders.
When the 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 moaned
He papa,
Somtimes I gotta my spleen!
I gotta vent my spleen--
When I get shattered in the
And in the brain.

Well all medicines in those sermons
Still can't keep his brazen nose turning.
And salvation it may come of charge,
But faith alway him something.
They say there is 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 would you now how it is,
I'm supposed to get along.

Well, you for a chorus but you got a refrain.
Yeah, its another sad song that like a train.
You can't to it but you can fast forward through it,
Flick it off your like dead skin.
say my head on a plate
May the debate
Over the high cost of living.
But papa, everything apart!
Everything apart!
And the will grow
As surely as they break your heart.