Luyện nghe bài hát The Mark Of The Devil

"A disease that can at any age. How it is caught is a mystery but
when one day you look in the and see that mark upon your face...
a sickener." (original sleeve notes)
The Mark of the Devil is you; your look is no happier than mine.
Damnation is in the mirror but you shouldn't mind. Their legs
a felling in your stomach, their eyes knock you backwards with a
glance. Your pride unnoticed in the river given a half a chance.
And you past in a befroom full of implements of cruelty and a list
bind your eyes as you grow old and you want to join the laughter
sharing shreds of felling but you fidget and your heart is gorwing
old. Simles left unfollowed start to haunt you; chance perished long
ago. The devil is waiting in your bedroom with your soul. The
years pull their weight down on your cheekbones, the nights out are
from your waist. The years float like dust in the sunlight, with an
aftertaste. And past is just a bedroom, etc.