Luyện nghe bài hát Vicarious

Eye on the TV
'cause tragedy me
flavor it happens to be

"Killed by the husband" ...
"Drowned by the ocean" ...
"Shot by his own son" ...
"She a poison in his tea,
Then (she) him goodbye"
That's my kind of
no fun til someone dies.

Don't look me at I am a monster
Frown out your one face, but the other (you)
like a junkie into the TV
Stare like a while the mother holds her child,
him die,
Hands to the sky "why, oh why?"

I need to watch things die from a distance
Vicariously, I live while the whole dies
You all need it too - lie.

Why can't we just it?
Why can't we just it?
We won't give until the blood is flowin'
Neither the nor bold
Nor brightest of told
We won't give pause until the blood is

I need to watch die from a good safe distance
Vicariously, I live while the world dies
You all feel the so why can't we just admit it?

like rain fallin' down
Drum on grave and

Part vampire, warrior,
and voyeur
at the transmittal.
Sing to the rattle.

La, la, la, la, la, la, (x4)

at best
Your desire to in
in the hearts of men.
But pull your head on out (of) your hippie
And a listen
have to say it all again

The is hostile
So
Devour to
So it is, so it's always ...

We all on tragedy.
It's like to a vampire.

Vicariously, I live while the world dies
Much better you I.