Luyện nghe bài hát Perfect

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

Oh, a perfect day
To think about my world
My feet are firmly screwed to the
What is there to fear 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
and confused by life's little ironies
He swallows his of distilled damnation

Oh, what a day
To think about my world
My feet are firmly to the floor
What is there to fear from a regular world?
by a cemetery
I think of all the little hopes and
lie lifeless and unfilled beneath the soil
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 swallows his bottle of distilled

People turn around unseeing eyes
They're looking for something that exist
The you once knew is being eaten up by rust
No-one has time for the past, but still, in God trust
The future is now, but it's all wrong
Bodies good for nothing, but it's to nothing they
People say prayers and some work
If you give them all money, they'll give you their hearts
This town ain't getting like a town
getting like hell

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

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

Oh, a perfect day
To think about my 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 beneath the soil
I see an old man fingering his perishing
He tells he was a good man and did good things
Amused and confused by little ironies
He swallows his bottle of distilled

Oh, a perfect day
To think my silly world
My are firmly screwed to the floor
What is there to fear such a regular 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 good man and did good
Amused and confused by life's ironies
He swallows his of distilled damnation

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