Luyện nghe bài hát This is Hell

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

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

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

The failed Don Juan in the big
Is very that he spoke for he's mislaid his punch line
More than through a very tasteless joke
The Fraulein caught him peeking her gown
He's yelling in her ear and all at once the music
As he was bellowing, My dear"

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

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

This is hell, this is hell, this is

'My Things' are playing again and again
But it's by Julie Andrews and not by Coltrane
Endless balmy breezes and sunsets framed
Vintage wine for breakfast and naked starlets in Champagne
All the of your youth 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 gets better or worse
But you get used to it after a
For heaven is in reverse

This is hell, this is