Luyện nghe bài hát Padded Cell 4 Walls Pt.2

Going back to yesterday, tomorrow's near
factors in decisions everywhere
And anger fills the mood right now, there's no more

on the clock moving, I'm going nowhere
The nights are nothing the nights before
These same four walls are white

The TV set, broke, all my friends have left to call
The silence disturbs me, I'm alone

Pick my pen up, dried out for sure
The TV set is broke
It's 'o' clock, I'm out the door
It's eight 'o' clock, I'm out the

Fear myself but I'm inside these walls
Close my mind, nothing to me at all
These days are and the nights are really long
Another of nothing, like the nothing before
night of nothing, like the nothing before

Hands on the clock moving, I'm going
And I wonder why you're still of me
These four walls are padded white