Luyện nghe bài hát The Unattractive, Portable Head

"Lifeless and indifferent face on the wall, who is the fairest one fall?"
spent a season with the wolves at the door.
With dirty magazines, out, all across my floor.
Some say the apple doesn't far from the tree
But that's a lazy way to dismiss the seed.
This is looking to put on a few hundred years.
And willing to earn them your blood and your tears.
I want you to listen to the of my voice
And know I was by chance not by choice.
Some may call that the of the light
But I like to it "Embracing the night"
Too many hands are out to take.
Too hands aren't prepared to break.
Now, for another with the wolves at the door,
and scratching and begging for more.
There is a future eyes may not see.
is a future you may not believe.
There is a that will be here in time.
But won't make it to sign on that line.
I've an endless sky of ships explode
And realized some men never make it home.
We near a time all of us know.
When we out.
Do we reap what we sow?
It will be cold when the rain comes, to lose the as they fall.
I will be cold to pull a lesser man a ledge and then
And and then...
I to cast off the wings of desire.
I be buried in a field of fire.
I to stand up and be twenty feet tall.
I want to reach out and nothing at all.