Luyện nghe bài hát Private Hell

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

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

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

Think of Emma wonder what doing
Her husband Terry and your
Think of Edward who's at college
You send him letters which he doesn't
he don't care, they don't care
'Cause they're all going through their own private

The slips away in a Valium haze
And catalogues and numerous of coffee
In the the weekly food
Is put in as you float off down the high street

The shop windows play a nameless host
To a closet ghost a picture of your
A of your misery and Private hell

Alone at 6 you drop a cup
You see it smash inside you
You go on but you sweep it up

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