Luyện nghe bài hát Quantity Time

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