Luyện nghe bài hát The Shame

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