Luyện nghe bài hát Sad Clown

This world a wasteland
It just taste that way times.
It on the angle
On how you your lines.

For every brick we stack to come to build
a sick little crack in this foundation still.
Humans! I can't them.
to understand them
And what fuels them and essence.
I'm looking for leverage.
up, trying to catch me.
Curse-ed, depress-ed.
Here to you happy.

'Hey daddy tell me why the is crying.'
'Well son he's got the of cheering up the ill and dying.
On top of that everybody that he's insane.
Can't fathom why he'd wanna their pain.'

through this maze made of concrete walls
When you're not allowed to climb no way to possibly
fall.
When your hands are to hold nothing but self
How can you get a
How can you up what you're dealt?

The stays sad.
The ground hard.
With a couple pounds of migraine, a full of scars.
But the face painted on for everyone to gaze upon
continuing the bad dream till he up gone.

Chorus--two voices

One for a walk, but stood.
Would you him, if you could.

One for a walk, but stood.
Would you him, if you could.

One for a walk, but stood.
you help him, if you could.

One for a walk, but stood.
Would you him, if you could.

Do see me?
Do know that I exist?
I they do.
I can tell by the way they their fists.

Weirdo. Freak.
Words of ring in my ears
And cling my tears.

My on this earth was to brighten the sun ray
At the circus or parade, call on a birthday.
A bag of balloons, I can you a farm.
worthless when they took away both of my arms.

charms.
tricks.
The is flat.
And the is thick.

Got my back to the wind as I the inhabitants.
Every thought I come across is than this planet is.
I used to be a normal
But I held a hunger to it firsthand.
I to turn every frown upside down.
Some how my separated from the ground.

And the clown stays sad the stay lost.
Nah, the people are sad, we the clown.
But the face stays painted on for everyone to gaze
And it will that way until the break of dawn.

So your hands in the air!

'Oh, I'm sorry you can't wearing a straight jacket.'