Luyện nghe bài hát Sick-man

Lurchin' round the lot, a man possessed (of not a lot)
Skin and bones and rings and crown, reach right down to the ground
hips and loose lips. Stab the dagger, turn it round
His life's an open boo scribbled in his own
His companion always at hand
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 BLACK
of neanderthal/leaves his debris in the hall
Pushover furniture-barroom brawls... notes 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 diary are the of SICK-MAN
His constant always 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 relishing - intimidating everything
Typewriter rhythms the newly acquired insecurity
Gets in fights/stays up nights/rends and companion's tights
Forcin' symptoms of his own
A BOY FOR YOU, PLAGUE FOR ME
His constant always at hand
Makin' entries in his diary... the diary of
His constant companion at hand
Makin' in his diary... the diary of SICK-MAN
Blackheaded Blackguard a blackjack
Laced his coffee with spoons of
Hangs his trophies on walls of his place - hangs his carrots in
of his
Lust and has swallowed him - tearing limb from hymn to limb
He's worries how - he got a gun swallowed in his clammy
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
THIS, SICK-MAN, EAT HOT LEAD... HE'S GRINDING - SHAKING - DANCING

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