Luyện nghe bài hát The Shame

My heart is a black loom,
weaving jackets for children who'll be born.
My are abandoned factories
heartbreak 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 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 sight when we're around.
I remember the day that I sold my smile to nice 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 till this song out real love?
How many feathers to pluck naked the dove?
How many whores you send away for that trophy?
And how many till you give yourself away for free?
Because those bruises on your look like the sun setting in disgrace.
(From cliffs you can see the whole city
laid out groveling a field of wounded soldiers.
The in heat and hissing,
the sky stitching the gash of the earth.
As waltz the broken dance of their limbs
their has been groped by so many evil whims.)
is going to be just awful when we're around.
All the gonna rot off your 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 when we're around.
is our shame.