Luyện nghe bài hát Sick-man

Lurchin' the parking lot, a man possessed (of not a lot)
Skin and bones and rings and crown, legs reach down to the ground
Swivel hips and lips. Stab the dagger, turn it round
His life's an boo scribbled in his own blood
His constant companion always at
entries in his diary... the diary of SICK-MAN
Overcome by waves of - one for you sixteen for me
Kill the monkey on his back/he kisses BIG, he kisses
Profile of his debris in the hall
Pushover brawls... takin' notes from toilet walls
His screams - he has a ball
THE BIGGER THE HEAD THE THEY FALL
He lives a life of luxury, he lives a of misery
The entries in his diary are the entries of
His constant always at hand
Makin' entries in his diary... the of SICK-MAN
His pen's as as his sword. Bites off more than he can afford
The relishing - intimidating everything
Typewriter rhythms drowning the newly insecurity
in fights/stays up nights/rends and mends companion's tights
Forcin' symptoms of his own
A BOY FOR YOU, BLACK FOR ME
His constant always at hand
Makin' entries in his diary... the diary of
His constant always at hand
Makin' entries in his diary... the of SICK-MAN
Blackheaded with a blackjack
his coffee with spoons of RATSAC
Hangs his trophies on walls of his place - hangs his in front
of his
Lust and has swallowed him - tearing limb from hymn to limb
worries how - he got a gun swallowed in his clammy hams
All he got for Christmas was a chip on his
And a constant
Left companion in pool of - she had tried to make him taste his
own
Gone down end alleyway
HEY
SUCK THIS, SICK-MAN, EAT HOT LEAD... HE'S GRINDING - SHAKING -

Illegal in his diary... diary of SICK-MAN
His constant companion was always at hand... now an entry in the diary
he of SICK-MAN
His constant companion always at hand... makin' in his diary
The of SICK-MAN
Illegal entries in his diary... DIARY OF
SICK-MAN... SICK-MAN... ---- MMAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNN!