Luyện nghe bài hát The Shame

My is a black haunted loom,
weaving for children who'll never be born.
My hands are abandoned
heartbreak and hate for the world.
As we waltz the broken dance of our
this ballroom has been by so many evil whims.
As I drill the hole into you,
the well of your body has hardened glue.
Everything is going to be just awful when around.
All the colors gonna rot off your sight we're around.
I remember the day that I my smile to that nice couple
who their 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 many chords till this song out real love?
How many to pluck naked the soiled dove?
How whores till you send away for that trophy?
And how many punches till you give yourself for free?
Because those on your face look like the sun setting in disgrace.
(From these cliffs you can see the city
laid out groveling like a of wounded soldiers.
The in heat and hissing,
the sky stitching the gash of the earth.
As they waltz the broken of their limbs
their ballroom has been 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 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.