Luyện nghe bài hát The Shame

My heart is a black loom,
jackets for children who'll never be born.
My hands are factories
heartbreak and hate for the world.
As we waltz the broken of our limbs
this ballroom has been groped by so evil whims.
As I drill the hole into you,
the well of your body has into glue.
Everything is going to be awful when we're 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 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 whores till you send away for that trophy?
And how many punches till you yourself away for free?
Because those bruises on your face like the sun setting in disgrace.
(From cliffs you can see the whole city
laid out like a field of wounded soldiers.
The billboards in 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 when we're around.
All the colors gonna rot off your sight when around.
I am just a salesman to meet you can I show you around.
thing must go the shadows the seagulls when we're around.
is our shame.