Luyện nghe bài hát Sick-man

Lurchin' round the lot, a man possessed (of not a lot)
Skin and bones and rings and crown, legs reach 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
entries in his diary... the diary of SICK-MAN
Overcome by of lechery - one for you sixteen for me
Kill the monkey on his back/he BIG, he kisses BLACK
Profile of neanderthal/leaves his in the hall
Pushover furniture-barroom brawls... takin' notes toilet walls
His screams - he has a ball
THE THE HEAD THE HARDER THEY FALL
He lives a life of luxury, he lives a of misery
The in his diary are the entries of SICK-MAN
His constant companion always at
Makin' entries in his diary... the of SICK-MAN
His pen's as mighty as his sword. off more than he can afford
The torture-meister relishing - intimidating
Typewriter rhythms the newly acquired insecurity
Gets in up nights/rends and mends companion's tights
Forcin' of his own disease
A BOY FOR YOU, BLACK FOR ME
His constant always at hand
Makin' entries in his diary... the of SICK-MAN
His companion always at hand
Makin' entries in his diary... the of SICK-MAN
Blackheaded Blackguard a blackjack
Laced his coffee spoons 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 worries how - he got a gun swallowed in his hams
All he got for was a chip on his shoulder
And a constant
Left in pool of blood - she had tried to make him taste his
own
Gone down end alleyway
HEY
SUCK THIS, SICK-MAN, EAT HOT LEAD... GRINDING - SHAKING - DANCING

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 always at hand... makin' entries in his diary
The of SICK-MAN
Illegal in his diary... DIARY OF SICK-MAN
SICK-MAN... SICK-MAN... ---- MMAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNN!