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 right down to the
Swivel hips and loose lips. Stab the dagger, it round
His life's an open boo in his own blood
His constant companion always at
Makin' entries in his diary... the diary of
Overcome by waves of - one for you sixteen for me
Kill the monkey on his back/he kisses BIG, he kisses
Profile of neanderthal/leaves his debris in the
Pushover furniture-barroom brawls... notes from toilet walls
His victim screams - he has a
THE BIGGER THE THE HARDER THEY FALL
He lives a of luxury, he lives a life of misery
The entries in his diary are the of SICK-MAN
His companion always at hand
Makin' entries in his diary... the diary of
His pen's as as his sword. Bites off more than he can afford
The torture-meister - intimidating everything
Typewriter rhythms drowning the newly insecurity
in fights/stays up nights/rends and mends companion's tights
Forcin' of his own disease
A BOY FOR YOU, BLACK FOR ME
His constant companion always at
entries in his diary... the diary of SICK-MAN
His constant always at hand
Makin' entries in his diary... the diary of
Blackguard with a blackjack
Laced his coffee with of RATSAC
Hangs his trophies on walls of his place - his carrots in front
of his
and greed has swallowed him - tearing limb from hymn to limb
He's how - he got a gun swallowed in his clammy hams
All he got for Christmas was a on his shoulder
And a reminder
Left in pool of blood - she had tried to make him taste his
own
Gone down dead end
HEY
THIS, SICK-MAN, EAT HOT LEAD... HE'S GRINDING - SHAKING - DANCING

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