Luyện nghe bài hát Sick-man

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

Illegal entries in his diary... diary of
His constant companion was always at hand... now she's an entry in the
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!