Luyện nghe bài hát The Shame

My is a black haunted loom,
jackets for children who'll never be born.
My are abandoned factories
manufacturing heartbreak and for the world.
As we the broken dance of our limbs
this ballroom has been groped by so many whims.
As I the last hole into you,
the of your body has hardened into glue.
Everything is going to be just when we're around.
All the gonna rot off your sight when we're around.
I remember the day that I sold my smile to nice couple
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 to pluck naked the soiled dove?
How many till you send away for that trophy?
And how many punches till you give away for free?
Because those on your face look 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 the gash of the earth.
As they waltz the broken dance of their
their ballroom has been by so many evil whims.)
Everything is going to be just awful when around.
All the colors gonna rot off your sight when around.
I am just a salesman pleased to you can I show you around.
Every must go the shadows the seagulls when we're around.
is our shame.