Luyện nghe bài hát Joy Division

A filament is all but spent;
Soon it will be in my basement.
My is waxing the slick floor again,
Hoping I will and fall in love.
Well she gave me the
To and rejoice,
Or to and rebel.
Well papa, gravity attack,
Yeah, its a attack,
And I can't to carry, much less bury the past.

Well ex-girlfriend said I was a terrible mess,
Yeah, she's got a real 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 room
Underneath Joy Division poster... .
He moaned
He papa,
I gotta vent my spleen!
Sometmes I gotta vent my
When I get shattered in the
And in the brain.

Well all those medicines in those
Still can't keep his brazen nose turning.
And it may come free of charge,
But alway costs him something.
They say there is as sacred
As the between 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 that moves like a train.
You can't wistle to it but you can fast forward it,
Flick it off your shoulder dead skin.
They say my head on a
May the debate
Over the unbearable high of living.
But papa, everything apart!
Everything apart!
And the grass will
As surely as they will your heart.