Luyện nghe bài hát Quantity Time

Yet another sluggard hour past,
it's no wonder life looks better the bottom of a glass.
these litanies you keep repeating,
are verbal fingers my mental blackboard screeching.
moment in your company,
was of more quantity quality.
My and dreams - transparent phantoms,
wayward son's irrational anthems.
Not spending quantity time,
is hunger - life is pain.
Never ending time,
toe the line - the strain.
Awake in bed in time,
hate to say I you so.
Long time dead in time,
stop Hell - not far to go.
My vision is obscured - by tears of anger,
these four a prison where I rot in stagnant languor.
My heart screams out "Someone repair me" -
or lay me in the cemetery.
'Cause you've all that's best, you see,
so I'll lay to the rest of me.
You cannot hold a dream to -
or my irrational anthem.
Not spending quantity time,
life is hunger - is pain.
Never quantity time,
toe the line - the strain.
Awake in bed in time,
to say I told you so.
Long dead in quantity time,
next stop - not far to go.