Luyện nghe bài hát The Shame

My heart is a black loom,
jackets for children who'll never be born.
My hands are abandoned
manufacturing and hate for the world.
As we waltz the broken of our limbs
this ballroom has groped by so many evil whims.
As I the last hole into you,
the well of your body has hardened glue.
is going to be just awful when 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 couple
who lost first child.
I in a set of sympathy,
and a bucket of for the cemetary.
But now my face is all off, the sky is boarded up,
the hills in drop cloth.
How many chords till song vomits out real love?
How many feathers to naked the soiled dove?
How many whores till you send away for trophy?
And how many punches till you give yourself away for
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 billboards in and hissing,
the sky scrapers stitching the of the earth.
As they waltz the broken dance of limbs
their ballroom has groped by so many evil whims.)
Everything is going to be just awful when around.
All the gonna 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 seagulls when around.
is our shame.