Luyện nghe bài hát Perfect

It's a chilly winter
And solitude is never to maintain
when it rains
So I an empty smile beneath my empty eyes
And go out for a
The wet morning sun off the paving-stones
a little dog barks it's head off
In the

Oh, what a day
To think about my silly
My feet are screwed to the floor
What is there to fear from such a world?
by a cemetery
I think of all the little and dreams
That lie lifeless and unfilled the soil
I see an old man fingering his perishing
He himself he was a good man and did good things
Amused and by life's little ironies
He swallows his bottle of distilled

Oh, what a day
To about my silly world
My feet are firmly screwed to the
is there to fear from such a regular world?
Passing by a
I think of all the little hopes and
That lie lifeless and unfilled beneath the
I see an old man fingering his flesh
He himself he was a good man and did good things
Amused and by life's little ironies
He swallows his bottle of distilled

People turn around with eyes
They're looking for something that exist
The world you once knew is being up by rust
has time for the past, but still, in God they trust
The is now, but it's all going wrong
Bodies good for nothing, but it's to nothing they
People say prayers and some hard
If you give them all your money, they'll give you hearts
This town ain't like a ghost town
getting like hell

Oh, a perfect day
To think about my silly
My feet are screwed to the floor
is there to fear from such a regular world?
Passing by a
I of all the little hopes and dreams
That lie lifeless and unfilled the soil
I see an old man his perishing flesh
He himself he was a good man and did good things
Amused and confused by life's little
He his bottle of distilled damnation

Oh, a perfect day
To about my silly world
My feet are screwed to the floor
What is there to fear from such a regular
by a cemetery
I think of all the hopes and dreams
That lie lifeless and beneath the soil
I see an old man his perishing flesh
He tells himself he was a good man and did good
and confused by life's little ironies
He swallows his bottle of distilled

Oh, a perfect day
To think my silly world
My feet are screwed to the floor
What is there to from such a regular world?
Passing by a
I think of all the hopes and dreams
That lie lifeless and unfilled beneath the
I see an old man fingering his perishing
He himself he was a good man and did good things
Amused and confused by little ironies
He his bottle of distilled damnation

Oh, what a day
To about my silly world
My feet are screwed to the floor
What is there to from such a regular world?
Passing by a
I of all the little hopes and dreams
That lie lifeless and unfilled beneath the
I see an old man fingering his perishing
He tells himself he was a good man and did good
Amused and confused by life's little
He swallows his of distilled damnation

Oh, what a day
To think my silly world
My are firmly screwed to the floor
What is there to fear from such a world?
Passing by a
I think of all the hopes and dreams
lie lifeless and unfilled beneath the soil
I see an old man fingering his flesh
He tells himself he was a man and did good things
Amused and confused by little ironies
He swallows his bottle of damnation