Luyện nghe bài hát Padded Cell 4 Walls Pt.2

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

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

The TV set, it's broke, all my friends have left to
The silence still disturbs me, I'm

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

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

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