Luyện nghe bài hát The Shame

My heart is a black loom,
jackets for children who'll never be born.
My are abandoned factories
heartbreak and hate for the world.
As we waltz the dance of our limbs
this ballroom has groped by so many evil whims.
As I drill the hole into you,
the well of body has hardened into glue.
Everything is to be just awful when we're around.
All the colors gonna rot off your sight when around.
I remember the day that I sold my smile to that couple
who lost their 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 covered in cloth.
How many chords 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 bruises on your face look like the sun setting in disgrace.
(From these cliffs you can see the whole
laid out like a field 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 has been groped by so many evil whims.)
is going to be just awful when we're around.
All the colors gonna rot off sight when we're around.
I am just a pleased to meet you can I show you around.
Every thing must go the shadows the seagulls we're around.
is our shame.