Luyện nghe bài hát This is Hell

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 heaven is hell in

The bruiser spun a hula 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 Turkish girls
The eerie glare of ultra violet dental work

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

The failed Don Juan in the big
Is very sorry that he for he's mislaid his punch line
More than through a very tasteless 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"

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 courage and the violent nylon
reappear upon your back and undermine the polished
Line you try to shoot, not the torment of the flames
That finally see your flesh
It's the small humiliations that your piles 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 breezes and perfect sunsets framed
Vintage wine for breakfast and naked starlets floating in
All the passions of youth are tranquillized and tamed
You may think it looks though you may know it by another name

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

is hell, this is hell