Luyện nghe bài hát The Shame

My heart is a haunted loom,
weaving jackets for who'll never be born.
My hands are abandoned
manufacturing heartbreak and for the world.
As we waltz the broken dance of our
this has been groped by so many evil whims.
As I the last hole into you,
the well of your has hardened into glue.
Everything is going to be awful when we're around.
All the colors gonna rot off sight when we're around.
I remember the day that I sold my to that nice couple
who lost first child.
I in a set of sympathy,
and a bucket of for the cemetary.
But now my face is all fenced off, the sky is up,
the hills covered in cloth.
How many chords till this vomits out real love?
How many feathers to pluck naked the dove?
How many whores till you send away for that
And how many punches till you yourself away for free?
Because bruises on your face look like the sun setting in disgrace.
(From these you can see the whole city
laid out like a field of wounded soldiers.
The billboards in and hissing,
the sky stitching the gash of the earth.
As waltz the broken dance of their limbs
their ballroom has been groped by so 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 pleased to meet you can I show you around.
Every thing must go the shadows the seagulls we're around.
is our shame.