Luyện nghe bài hát The Shame

My heart is a haunted loom,
weaving jackets for who'll never be born.
My are abandoned factories
manufacturing and hate for the world.
As we waltz the broken of our limbs
ballroom has been groped by so many evil whims.
As I drill the hole into you,
the of your body has hardened into glue.
Everything is going to be just awful when around.
All the colors gonna rot off your when we're around.
I remember the day I sold my smile to that nice couple
who lost first child.
I in a set of sympathy,
and a of popcorn 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 naked the soiled
How many whores till you send away for trophy?
And how many punches till you give yourself away for
those bruises on your face look like the sun setting in disgrace.
(From cliffs you can see the whole city
laid out groveling like a of wounded soldiers.
The in heat and hissing,
the sky scrapers stitching the of the earth.
As they waltz the dance of their limbs
their ballroom has been groped by so many whims.)
Everything is going to be just awful when 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 must go the shadows the seagulls when around.
is our shame.