Luyện nghe bài hát This is Hell

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

The bruiser a hula hoop as all the
Barmen and pout the neon 'I' of nightclub
Flickers on and off and finally out
The irritating jingle of the phony Turkish girls
The glare of ultra violet perfect dental work

This is hell, this is hell, I am 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 he's mislaid his punch
More than halfway through a very joke
The caught him peeking down her gown
yelling in her ear and all at once the music stopped
As he was bellowing, My dear"

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

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

is hell, this is hell, this is hell

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

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

This is hell, is hell