Luyện nghe bài hát Sick-man

Lurchin' the parking lot, a man possessed (of not a lot)
and bones and rings and crown, legs reach right down to the ground
Swivel hips and loose lips. the dagger, turn it round
His life's an open boo in his own blood
His companion always at hand
Makin' 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 BLACK
of neanderthal/leaves his debris in the hall
Pushover furniture-barroom brawls... takin' notes from walls
His victim - he has a ball
THE BIGGER THE THE HARDER THEY FALL
He lives a of luxury, he lives a life of misery
The in his diary are the entries of SICK-MAN
His constant companion always at
Makin' in his diary... the diary of SICK-MAN
His pen's as mighty as his sword. Bites off than he can afford
The torture-meister relishing - intimidating
rhythms drowning the newly acquired insecurity
Gets in fights/stays up nights/rends and companion's tights
Forcin' of his own disease
A BOY FOR YOU, BLACK FOR ME
His constant companion at hand
Makin' in his diary... the diary of SICK-MAN
His companion always at hand
entries in his diary... the diary of SICK-MAN
Blackheaded with a blackjack
Laced his with spoons of RATSAC
Hangs his trophies on walls of his - hangs his carrots in front
of his
Lust and greed has swallowed him - tearing from hymn to limb
He's worries how - he got a gun swallowed in his hams
All he got for Christmas was a on his shoulder
And a constant
Left companion in pool of blood - she had tried to make him his
own
Gone down dead end
HEY
SUCK THIS, SICK-MAN, EAT HOT LEAD... HE'S GRINDING - - DANCING

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