Luyện nghe bài hát Sick-man

Lurchin' round the lot, a man possessed (of not a lot)
and bones and rings 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 scribbled in his own
His constant 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 BIG, he kisses BLACK
Profile of his debris in the hall
Pushover furniture-barroom brawls... takin' from toilet walls
His screams - he has a ball
THE BIGGER THE HEAD THE HARDER FALL
He lives a life of luxury, he lives a of misery
The entries in his 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. Bites off more than he can
The torture-meister - intimidating everything
Typewriter rhythms drowning the newly acquired
Gets in fights/stays up nights/rends and mends tights
Forcin' symptoms of his own
A BOY FOR YOU, BLACK FOR ME
His constant always at hand
Makin' in his diary... the diary of SICK-MAN
His constant companion always at
Makin' in his diary... the diary of SICK-MAN
Blackheaded with a blackjack
Laced his coffee with spoons of
Hangs his trophies on walls of his place - hangs his 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 clammy
All he got for Christmas was a chip on his
And a constant
Left companion in pool of blood - she had tried to make him his
own
Gone down end alleyway
HEY
SUCK THIS, SICK-MAN, EAT HOT LEAD... GRINDING - SHAKING - DANCING

Illegal entries in his diary... diary of
His constant companion was 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
entries in his diary... DIARY OF SICK-MAN
SICK-MAN... SICK-MAN... SIIIIIIIIIICK MMAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNN!