Luyện nghe bài hát The Shame

My heart is a haunted loom,
jackets for children who'll never be born.
My hands are factories
manufacturing and hate for the world.
As we waltz the dance of our limbs
this has been groped by so many evil whims.
As I drill the last hole you,
the well of your has hardened into glue.
Everything is going to be just awful we're around.
All the colors gonna rot off sight when we're around.
I remember the day that I sold my smile to that nice
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 in drop cloth.
How chords till this song vomits out real love?
How many feathers to pluck naked the soiled
How many whores till you send away for trophy?
And how many punches you give yourself away for free?
Because those bruises on your face like the sun setting in disgrace.
(From these cliffs you can see the city
out groveling 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 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 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 seagulls we're around.
is our shame.