Luyện nghe bài hát Trash Flavored Trash

I've
twenty-two years in this zoo of faces.
Parents, and school children watch me sit on this nest, naked.

a girl in a cage,
making to a switchblade.
a man behind bars,
milking cars.
a priest in shackles,
building out of bibles.
And piano vines and the men in the pines.
spin round, and round, and round, and round, and round.

(come on, on!)
me to the pit of celebrity pregancies.
(come on, come on, on!)
I wanna the skin of a magazine baby.
(come on, on!)
Take me to the pit of pregancies
(come on, on, come on!)
the o'clock news is a fucking fantasy.

I stole the rice from the beggar's bowl
in zoo of broken faces.
I told a that she was beautiful,
half of her smile was missing.
And I've all my addition;
gun plus gun equals bang bang.
And I've done my
trash into trash equals flavored trash.

I see more dirty places
(Around, around, around, around, around)
Take me to the of filthy faces
(Around, around, around, around, around)

a girl behind chicken wire coughing up ghosts.
There's a in a cage, that vacuums all day.
There's a boy in a toupee in resumes.
And the with no eyes
on the carousel rides that
round and round and round and and round.

and, I've my admission.
and, paid my submission.
and, I've the petition.
and, done my addition.
and, I've my division.
yeah, done my division.
I've done my
trash into trash equals flavored trash.