Luyện nghe bài hát The Unattractive, Portable Head

"Lifeless and face on the wall, who is the fairest one this fall?"
I've spent a with the wolves at the door.
With magazines, spread out, all across my floor.
Some say the doesn't fall far from the tree
But that's just a way to dismiss the seed.
This seed is looking to put on a few years.
And to earn them through your blood and your tears.
I you to listen to the sound of my voice
And know I was created by not by choice.
Some may call that the of the light
But I to call it "Embracing the night"
Too many hands are out to take.
Too many hands prepared to break.
Now, for another season the wolves at the door,
Hungry and scratching and for more.
There is a future eyes may not see.
There is a you may not believe.
There is a future that be here in time.
But some won't make it to sign on line.
I've seen an sky of ships explode
And realized men will never make it home.
We near a time all of us know.
we find out.
Do we really reap we sow?
It will be cold when the comes, to lose the tears 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 want to stand up and be twenty tall.
I want to out and feel nothing at all.