Luyện nghe bài hát This is Hell

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

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

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

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

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

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

This is hell, this is hell, this is

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

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 heaven is in reverse

This is hell, is hell