Luyện nghe bài hát Sick-man

Lurchin' round the parking lot, a man (of not a lot)
Skin and bones and rings and crown, legs reach right down to the
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
Makin' 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 neanderthal/leaves his in the hall
Pushover furniture-barroom brawls... notes from toilet walls
His victim - he has a ball
THE THE HEAD THE HARDER THEY FALL
He a life of luxury, he lives a life of misery
The entries in his diary are the of SICK-MAN
His companion always at hand
Makin' in his diary... the diary of SICK-MAN
His pen's as as his sword. Bites off more than he can afford
The torture-meister - intimidating everything
rhythms drowning the newly acquired insecurity
Gets in fights/stays up and mends companion's tights
Forcin' symptoms of his own
A BOY FOR YOU, BLACK FOR ME
His constant companion at hand
Makin' entries in his diary... the of SICK-MAN
His constant always at hand
Makin' in his diary... the diary of SICK-MAN
Blackheaded Blackguard with a
his coffee with spoons of RATSAC
Hangs his trophies on of his place - hangs his carrots in front
of his
Lust and has swallowed him - tearing limb from hymn to limb
He's worries how - he got a gun in his clammy hams
All he got for Christmas was a chip on his
And a constant
Left companion in pool of - 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 in the diary
he diary of
His constant companion always at hand... entries in his diary
The diary of
Illegal entries in his diary... OF SICK-MAN
SICK-MAN... SICK-MAN... ---- MMAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNN!