Luyện nghe bài hát The Shame

My heart is a haunted loom,
weaving for children who'll never be born.
My hands are factories
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 has hardened into glue.
Everything is to be just awful when we're around.
All the colors gonna rot off your sight when around.
I remember the day that I sold my smile to that nice
who lost their 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 many chords till this song vomits out love?
How many feathers to pluck the soiled dove?
How many till you send away for that trophy?
And how punches till you give yourself away for free?
Because those bruises on your face like the sun setting in disgrace.
(From cliffs you can see the whole city
out groveling like a field of wounded soldiers.
The in heat and hissing,
the sky scrapers stitching the of the earth.
As waltz the broken dance of their limbs
their ballroom has been by so many evil whims.)
Everything is to be just awful when we're around.
All the colors gonna rot off your when we're around.
I am just a salesman to meet you can I show you around.
Every thing must go the shadows the when we're around.
is our shame.