Luyện nghe bài hát Sick-man

Lurchin' round the parking lot, a man (of not a lot)
Skin and bones and and crown, legs reach right down to the ground
Swivel hips and lips. Stab the dagger, turn it round
His life's an open boo in his own blood
His companion always at hand
Makin' entries in his diary... the of SICK-MAN
by waves of lechery - one for you sixteen for me
Kill the monkey on his back/he kisses BIG, he BLACK
Profile of neanderthal/leaves his in the hall
Pushover furniture-barroom brawls... takin' from toilet walls
His screams - he has a ball
THE BIGGER THE THE HARDER THEY FALL
He lives a life of luxury, he a life of misery
The entries in his are the entries of SICK-MAN
His constant companion at hand
Makin' in his diary... the diary of SICK-MAN
His pen's as mighty as his sword. off more than he can afford
The torture-meister - intimidating everything
Typewriter rhythms drowning the newly insecurity
Gets in fights/stays up nights/rends and mends tights
Forcin' of his own disease
A BOY FOR YOU, PLAGUE FOR ME
His constant companion at hand
entries in his diary... the diary of SICK-MAN
His companion always at hand
entries in his diary... the diary of SICK-MAN
Blackheaded Blackguard with a
Laced his coffee spoons of RATSAC
Hangs his on walls of his place - hangs his carrots in front
of his
Lust and 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 chip on his
And a reminder
Left companion in of blood - she had tried to make him taste his
own
down dead 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 she's an entry in the
he diary of
His constant always at hand... makin' entries in his diary
The diary of
Illegal entries in his diary... OF SICK-MAN
SICK-MAN... SICK-MAN... ---- MMAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNN!