Luyện nghe bài hát Through The Looking Glass

I'm feelin' ugly, I'm feelin low, mornin' mirror, you no rose
Did I it or did I lie or did I dream it?
Oh Christ, I'm

Why then did you have to grin now the blood rolls my chin
Oh you know you painted so much blue and I'm much than that too
Oh mirror, what did I do to

And you're my voyeur, see line chase them to destinations
On through and you're my diary, yeah
The bitter truth, a mis-spent youth

Oh, do you have to paint teeth green when they're snowy, white and
Do you have to make eyes red when they're clear and instead?
Oh mirror, I wish you'd your head

Sometimes I'm on a gig, and I'm feelin' kinda
I run and look at you like a pop star would
But you just glare at me with dark accusing eyes
say,"My make-up's good", I'd like to, I'd like so much to

Oh, I'll never at you again 'cause I'm really not that vain
years bad luck ain't that long before I smash you, hear my song
Oh mirror, I'm sorry you were