Luyện nghe bài hát Private Hell

Closer than close you see
A mirrored of what you wanted to be
As each day goes by a little
You can't what it was you wanted anyway

The fingers feel the lines they the space
Your aging face the face that once was so
Is still but unrecognizable, private hell

The man who you once is bald and fat
And in working late as usual
Your interest has you feel the strain
The bed springs on the occasions he lies upon you
Close your and think of nothing but private hell

of Emma wonder what she's doing
Her husband Terry and grandchildren
Think of who's still at college
You send him which he doesn't acknowledge
'Cause he don't care, they don't
'Cause they're all going through their own hell

The morning slips away in a Valium
And catalogues and cups of coffee
In the the weekly food
Is put in bags as you float off down the street

The shop reflect play a nameless host
To a closet ghost a of your fantasy
A victim of your misery and hell

Alone at 6 you drop a cup
You see it smash inside you
You can't go on but you it up

Safe at last your private hell
Sanity at last inside your hell