Luyện nghe bài hát Papa Won't Leave You, Henry

(l,m) Nick
(p) Cave & The Bad Seeds
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( Dream [Mute, 1992] )

I went out the other day
The hung wet around my neck
My it rung with screams and groans
the night I spent amongst her bones
I beside the mission house
Where mad old buzzard, the reverend,
Shrieked and flapped about after your dead
Well, I thought my friend, Michel
How rolled him in linoleum
And shot him in the
A bloody halo, a think-bubble
his head
And I at the firmament
Looks like the rains are hear to
And the rain down upon me
And washed me all

Papa won't you, Henry
Papa won't you, Boy
Papa leave you, Henry
won't leave you, Boy
Well, the is long
And the road is
And fall by the side
But Papa won't leave you,
So there no need to cry
And I went on down the
He went on down the
And I went on the road
He on down the road
Well, the moon it exhausted
Like something you pity
an age-spotted
Above the sizzling of the city
Well, it me of her face
Her bleached and hungry
Her hair was like a
open with the laughter
And with the lies
But the ghost of her lingers on
she's passed through me
And is
The slum dogs, they are
And the rain on the streets
And the tears we will weep today
all be washed away
By the tears that we will weep again
won't leave you, Henry
Papa leave you, Boy
Papa won't you, Henry
Papa leave you, Boy
For the road is
And the road is
And many by the side
But won't leave you, Henry
So there ain't no to cry
And I on down the road
He went on the road
And I went on down the
He went on the road
And I came upon a little
A house upon a hill
And I entered through, the curtain
Into the house with its bowels
wet-lipped women with greasy fists
Crawled the ceilings and the
filled me full of drink
And led me round the
Naked and cold and
Until everything went
And I down spinning
I awoke so drunk and full of
I could hardly speak
A fag in a whale-bone
Draping his dick my cheek
And its the shame
And its a guilt
And its the fucking fray
And the walls ran red me
A arterial spray

Papa won't you, Henry
won't leave you, Boy
Papa leave you, Henry
won't leave you, Boy
Well, the night is
And the is deep
And its jaws are wide
But Papa won't you, Henry
So there no need to cry
And I went on the road
He went on the road
And I went on the road
He on down the road
the rainy season where I'm living
Death comes out of every doorway
you for money, for your clothes
And for nothing
Entire towns washed away
Favelas exploding on spillways
Lynch-mobs, death squads, babies being born brains
The mad and the relentless rains
And if you stick arm into that hole
It out sheared off to the bone
And her kisses bubbling on my lips
I swiped the rain and nearly
And I on down the road
He went on the road

Papa won't you, Henry
won't leave you, Boy
Papa won't you, Henry
Papa won't you, Boy
Well, the road is
And the is hard
And many by the side
But Papa won't leave you,
So there no need to cry
And I on down the road
He on down the road
And I went on the road
He went on down the
Bent Beneath my heavy
Under his load
Yeah, I went on down the
Yeah, he went on down the
Woah,
Woah,
Woah,
Woah,
And I on down that road