Luyện nghe bài hát Through The Looking Glass

I'm feelin' ugly, I'm feelin low, mornin' mirror, you ain't no
Did I it or did I lie or did I dream it?
Oh Christ, I'm

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

And you're my voyeur, see every line chase them to
On through and you're my diary, yeah
The bitter truth, unexpurgated a youth

Oh, do you have to paint teeth green when they're snowy, and clean?
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 just a pop star would
But you glare at me with those dark accusing eyes
That say,"My make-up's good", I'd like to, I'd like so to

Oh, I'll look at you again 'cause I'm really not that vain
Seven years bad luck ain't long before I smash you, hear my song
Oh mirror, I'm sorry you were