Luyện nghe bài hát This is Hell

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

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

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

The Don Juan in the big bow-tie
Is very sorry that he spoke for mislaid his punch line
More than halfway through a very joke
The Fraulein caught him 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 better or
But you get used to it a spell
For heaven is in reverse

The shirt you wore courage and the violent nylon
Suit reappear upon back and undermine the polished
you try to shoot, it's not the torment of the flames
That see your flesh corrupted
It's the humiliations that your memory piles up

This is hell, this is hell, this is

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

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 is hell in reverse

is hell, this is hell