Luyện nghe bài hát The Longshoreman's Lament

For some reason this greasy dead season's running circles me.
(Can you fell it Come on and feel it now!)
I'm a log in the fire, and shit, I don't know what to believe.
(Can you feel it mow...come on it now...)

Black feet and a burlap throne. I'm gonna cry 'til Daddy comes home.
Yeah, you really never know (we gotta go).

I'm yellow stained rotten. I'm and forgotten. (It's the windpipe, they cut the windpipe...)
I fucked the whole crew now my skin's grey and spotting. (Can you feel it yet? It's we all get!)

The sailors and the prostitutes are on the graves
of all the noblemen and the and the slaves.
The longshore haunts are empty. The sticky have dried.
I'm drowning in my from the tears I never cried.
Fuck the "Lord be you's" and fuck the "Bless my soul's".
Go down to the and stick it in the hole.

it in the motherfucking hole!