Luyện nghe bài hát The Shame

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