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 the broken dance of our limbs
this ballroom has been groped by so many whims.
As I the last 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 sight when we're around.
I the day that I sold my smile to that nice couple
who their first 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 this song vomits out real love?
How many feathers to pluck the soiled dove?
How many whores till you send away for that
And how many punches till you give away for free?
Because those bruises on your face like the sun setting in disgrace.
(From these you can see the whole city
laid out like a field of wounded soldiers.
The in heat and hissing,
the sky scrapers the gash of the earth.
As they waltz the broken dance of their
ballroom has been groped 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.
thing must go the shadows the seagulls when we're around.
is our shame.