Luyện nghe bài hát Private Hell

Closer close you see yourself
A image of what you wanted to be
As each day goes by a more
You remember what it was you wanted anyway

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

The man who you loved is bald and fat
And seldom in working late as
Your interest has waned you the strain
The bed springs snap on the occasions he upon you
Close your eyes and think of nothing but private

Think of wonder what she's doing
Her husband and your grandchildren
Think of Edward still at college
You him letters which he doesn't acknowledge
'Cause he don't care, they care
'Cause they're all through their own private hell

The slips away in a Valium haze
And and numerous cups of coffee
In the afternoon the weekly
Is put in bags as you off down the high street

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

at 6 o'clock you drop a cup
You see it smash you crack
You can't go on but you it up

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