Luyện nghe bài hát The Web

The rain auditions at my
Its symphony echoes in my
My gaze scans the of this apartment
To the confines of my tomb

I'm the in the tents
I'm the soul without the
Crying my rubber plants
beckoning doors
Clippings ancient newspapers
Lie scattered the floor
Stained by the wine a shattered glass
Meaningless
by time
Faded photos the pain
Celluloid leeches my mind
Christ finished playing hangman
You've the fateful dice
Advice, advice, advice me, this shroud shall not
And begins the web

Attempting to discard these clinging
I serve to wallow in our past
I fabricate the weave with my
It's strands I hope and pray shall
Oh please do
Oh please do

The fly needs the insects
Ivy the wall
Needles make to the junkies
The seduce with their call
has deserted me, with you it has forsaken me
Confused and rejected, and alone,
I isolation on its fevered brow
Security me
threatening me
Christ, your were so obvious
As my have qualified
I laughed away your tears, but even jesters cry
But jesters cry

I I hold the key to freedom
Ohh I let my life be ruled by threads
The time has come to make
The have to be made

I I hold the key to freedom
I cannot let my life be ruled by
The has come to make decisions
The changes to be made

Now I you
The past does its say
all but forgotten
A in my heart
have been made
They've been
They've been

Decisions been made
I've conquered my fears, all my
The shroud, the flaming shroud
ends the web, the web, the web, the web, the web