Luyện nghe bài hát This is Hell

This is hell, this is hell, I am to tell you
It gets better or worse
But you get used to it after a
For is hell in reverse

The bruiser a hula hoop as all the
Barmen preen and the neon 'I' of nightclub
on and off and finally blew out
The irritating jingle of the belly-dancing phony girls
The eerie glare of ultra violet dental work

is hell, this is hell, I am sorry to tell you
It never gets better or
But you get to it after a spell
For is hell in reverse

The Don Juan in the big bow-tie
Is very sorry that he spoke for mislaid his punch line
than halfway through a very tasteless joke
The Fraulein him peeking down her gown
He's in her ear and all at once the music stopped
As he was bellowing, My dear"

This is hell, this is hell, I am sorry to you
It gets better or worse
But you get used to it a spell
For heaven is hell in

The shirt you with courage and the violent nylon
Suit upon your back and undermine the polished
Line you try to shoot, not the torment of the flames
That finally see your corrupted
It's the small humiliations that your memory up

This is hell, is hell, this is hell

'My Favorite Things' are playing again and
But it's by Julie and not by John Coltrane
Endless balmy breezes and perfect framed
Vintage wine for breakfast and naked starlets in Champagne
All the passions of your youth are and tamed
You may think it looks familiar though you may know it by another

is hell, this is hell, I am sorry to tell you
It never better or worse
But you get used to it after a
For heaven is in reverse

is hell, this is hell