Luyện nghe bài hát The Shame

My heart is a black loom,
weaving jackets for children never be born.
My hands are abandoned
heartbreak and hate for the world.
As we waltz the broken dance of our
this ballroom has been groped by so many whims.
As I drill the last hole you,
the well of your body has hardened glue.
Everything is going to be just awful when around.
All the colors gonna rot off your sight we're around.
I remember the day that I sold my smile to that couple
who lost first child.
I in a set of sympathy,
and a of popcorn for the cemetary.
But now my face is all fenced off, the sky is up,
the hills covered in cloth.
How many chords till song vomits out real love?
How many to pluck naked the soiled dove?
How many whores you send away for that trophy?
And how many punches till you give away for free?
Because those bruises on face look like the sun setting in disgrace.
(From these cliffs you can see the whole
out groveling like a field of wounded soldiers.
The in heat and hissing,
the sky scrapers stitching the of the earth.
As they waltz the broken dance of limbs
ballroom has been groped by so many evil whims.)
Everything is going to be just awful we're around.
All the colors rot off your sight when we're around.
I am just a salesman pleased to you can I show you around.
thing must go the shadows the seagulls when we're around.
is our shame.