Luyện nghe bài hát The Shame

My heart is a black loom,
weaving jackets for who'll never be born.
My hands are abandoned
heartbreak and hate for the world.
As we the broken dance of our limbs
this ballroom has been groped by so evil whims.
As I drill the hole into you,
the well of your body has into 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 that I sold my to that nice couple
who lost first child.
I in a set of sympathy,
and a bucket of for the cemetary.
But now my face is all fenced off, the sky is up,
the hills in drop cloth.
How many chords till this song vomits out real
How feathers to pluck naked the soiled dove?
How many whores till you away for that trophy?
And how punches till you give yourself away for free?
Because those bruises on your face look like the sun in disgrace.
(From cliffs you can see the whole city
laid out like a field of wounded soldiers.
The in heat and hissing,
the sky scrapers 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 when around.
All the colors gonna rot off sight when we're around.
I am a salesman pleased to meet you can I show you around.
Every thing go the shadows the seagulls when we're around.
is our shame.