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 hell in

The bruiser spun a hula as all the
Barmen preen and pout the 'I' of nightclub
Flickers on and off and blew out
The jingle of the belly-dancing phony Turkish girls
The eerie glare of violet perfect dental work

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

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 tasteless
The Fraulein caught him peeking her gown
He's yelling in her ear and all at the music 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 heaven is in reverse

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

This is hell, this is hell, this is

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

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

This is hell, is hell