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

I out walking the other day
The heat hung wet my neck
My head it rung with screams and
the night I spent amongst her bones

And I past the mission house
Where mad old buzzard, the reverend
Shrieked and
About life after dead

Well, I thought my friend, Michel
How they rolled him in
And they him in the neck
A bloody halo, a think-bubble

Circling his head and I bellowed at the
Looks like the are hear to stay
And the rain pissed down me
And washed me all away,

won't leave you, Henry
Papa won't you, boy
won't leave you, Henry
Papa won't you, boy?

?Well, the road is long and the is hard
And fall by the side
But won't leave you, Henry
So ain't no need to cry?

And I went on the road
He went on the road
And I went on the road
He went on the road

Well, the it looked exhausted
something you should pity
Spent an
Above the wires of the city

Well, it reminded me of her
And her and hungry eyes
Her hair was a curtain
open with the laughter

And with the lies
And the ghost of her lingers on
she's passed through me
And is

Well, the slum dogs, they are
The rain on the streets
And the tears that we will today
Will all be away
By the that we will weep
weep again tomorrow

?Papa won't you, Henry
won't leave you, boy
Papa won't leave you,
won't leave you, boy

For the road is and the road is hard
And fall by the side, side
But Papa won't you, Henry
So there ain't no need to

And I on down the road
He on down the road
Oh, yeah, I went on the road
He went on down the

And I came a little house
A little house upon a
And I entered through and the hissed
Into the house with its blood-red

Where wet-lipped women greasy fists
Crawled the and the walls
And they filled me full of
And they led me the rooms

Naked and cold and
everything went black
And I came down

I awoke so and full of rage
That I could speak
A fag in a corset
his dick across my cheek

Well it's into the
And into a guilt
And into the fucking fray
And the ran red around me
A warm spray saying

won't leave you, Henry
Papa won't you, boy
won't leave you, Henry
Papa won't you, boy?

?Well, the night is dark and the is deep
And its are open wide
Well Papa leave you, Henry
So there ain't no to cry?

And I went on down the
He on down the road
Oh, yeah, I went on the road
He on down the road

It's the rainy season I'm living
Death comes leaping out of every
Wasting you for your money, for your
And for your

towns being washed away
Favelas on inflammable spillways
And the lynch-mobs, death squads, babies being born without
The mad heat and the rains

Well, if you stick arm into that hole
It out sheared off to the bone
And with her bubbling on my lips
I swiped the and I nearly missed

And then I went on down the
He went on down the

Papa won't leave you,
won't leave you, boy
Papa won't leave you,
won't leave you, boy

Well, the is long and the road is hard
And many by the side
But won't leave you, Henry
So there no need to cry

And I went on down the
He on down the road
Oh, yeah, I went on the road
He on down the road

Bent beneath my heavy
Under his heavy
Yeah, I went on down road
He on down the road

And I went on down road