Luyện nghe bài hát Perfect

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

Oh, what a day
To about my silly world
My are firmly 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 beneath the soil
I see an old man his perishing flesh
He himself he was a good man and did good things
Amused and by life's little ironies
He swallows his of distilled damnation

Oh, what a day
To about my silly world
My feet are firmly screwed to the
What is to fear from such a regular world?
by a cemetery
I think of all the hopes and dreams
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
and confused by life's little ironies
He his bottle of distilled damnation

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

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 the soil
I see an old man fingering his perishing
He himself he was a good man and did good things
and confused by life's little ironies
He his bottle of distilled damnation

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

Oh, what a day
To think my silly world
My feet are firmly screwed to the
is there to fear from such a regular world?
Passing by a
I of all the little hopes and dreams
That lie 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 by life's little ironies
He his bottle of distilled damnation

Oh, what a day
To think about my silly
My are firmly screwed to the floor
What is there to fear from such a world?
by a cemetery
I of all the little hopes and dreams
That lie 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 bottle of damnation

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