Luyện nghe bài hát The Shame

My heart is a haunted loom,
jackets for children who'll never be born.
My hands are abandoned
manufacturing heartbreak and for the world.
As we waltz the dance of our limbs
this ballroom has been groped by so evil whims.
As I drill the hole into you,
the well of your has hardened into glue.
Everything is going to be just awful when around.
All the colors rot off your sight when we're around.
I remember the day that I sold my smile to that nice
who lost first 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 covered in drop cloth.
How many chords this song vomits out real love?
How many feathers to pluck naked the dove?
How many whores you send away for that trophy?
And how many punches till you give away for free?
Because those bruises on your face look like the sun in disgrace.
(From these cliffs you can see the whole
laid out groveling like a of wounded soldiers.
The billboards in and hissing,
the sky scrapers the gash of the earth.
As they waltz the broken of their limbs
their has been groped by so many evil whims.)
Everything is going to be 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 the seagulls when we're around.
is our shame.