Luyện nghe bài hát The Shame

My heart is a haunted loom,
weaving jackets for children who'll be born.
My hands are factories
manufacturing and hate for the world.
As we waltz the broken dance of our
this ballroom has been groped by so many whims.
As I drill the last hole you,
the of your body has hardened into glue.
Everything is going to be just awful we're around.
All the colors gonna rot off sight 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 face is all off, the sky is boarded up,
the covered in drop cloth.
How many chords till song vomits out real love?
How many to pluck naked the soiled dove?
How many whores you send away for that trophy?
And how punches till you give yourself away for free?
Because those bruises on your face look the sun setting in disgrace.
(From these cliffs you can see the city
laid out groveling like a field of soldiers.
The billboards in and hissing,
the sky scrapers stitching the of the earth.
As they the broken dance of their limbs
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 we're around.
I am just a salesman to meet you can I show you around.
Every thing go the shadows the seagulls when we're around.
is our shame.