Luyện nghe bài hát The Shame

My heart is a black loom,
weaving jackets for who'll never be born.
My are abandoned 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 well of your body has into glue.
Everything is going to be awful when we're around.
All the colors gonna rot off your when we're around.
I remember the day that I sold my smile to that 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 hills in drop cloth.
How many chords till this song out real love?
How many feathers to pluck naked the dove?
How many whores till you send away for that
And how punches till you give yourself away for free?
Because those bruises on your look like the sun setting in disgrace.
(From these cliffs you can see the city
laid out groveling a field of wounded soldiers.
The in heat and hissing,
the sky stitching the gash of the earth.
As they waltz the broken dance of limbs
their ballroom has groped by so many evil whims.)
Everything is going to be awful when we're around.
All the colors gonna rot off sight when we're around.
I am a salesman pleased to meet you can I show you around.
Every thing must go the shadows the when we're around.
is our shame.