Luyện nghe bài hát Waste of Paint

I have a friend, he is made of pain
And he wakes up, drives to work, and then straight back home
He cut one of my nightmares out of paper
Well, I it was beautiful, I put it on a record cover
And I tried to him he had a sense
Of color and so magnificent

And he said, "Thank you, please but your
Is truly not me, your eyes are poor
You are blind, you see, no beauty could have come me
I am a of breath, of space, of time"

I a woman, she was dignified and true
And her love for her man was one of her virtues
Until one day, she found out he had lied
And she decided the of her life from that point on would be a lie
But she was grateful for everything that had
And she was anxious for all that would come

But she wept, what did you expect?
In that big, old house with the cars she
And "Such is life," she often
With one day leading her to the
You get a little to your death, which was fine with her
She never got upset and with all the days she may left
She would never clean another or fold his shirts or look her best
She was free to waste alone

Last night, my brother, he got drunk and
And this cop, he pulled him off to the of the road
And he said, "Officer, officer, you got the man
No, no, I'm a of medicine, a son of a banker
You understand"
The cop said, "No one got hurt, you be thankful
And carelessness, it is something awful

And no, I can't let you go
And though your father's is known
Your decisions now are yours
You are nothing but a stone
On a to debt, to loss, to shame"

The last few months I have been living with this
Yeah, you know, the who buy everything in doubles
Oh, fit together, like a puzzle
And I love their love and I am
That someone actually receives the that was promised
By all those fairy tales drugged us

And they still do me, I'm sick,
No tree, just green envy
Will my number come up
love is some kind of lottery
Where you scratch and see what's
'sorry, just one cherry', 'play again', 'get lucky'

So I been hanging out down by the trains depot
No, I don't ride, I just sit and watch the there
And they remind me of up cars in motion
The way they spin and turn and for positions
And I to scream out that it all is nonsense
All your live's one track, can't see it's pointless?
But then, my knees under me

My head feels weak and it is clear to see
It is not them but me, who has lost my
As I hide these books I read, while scribbling my poetry
Like art could save a wretch me
some ideal ideology that no one could hope to achieve
And I am never real, it is a sketch in me
And everything I made is trite and cheap and a
Of paint, of tape, of

So now I park my car down by the
Where the floodlights point up at the
Choir practice was filling up with
Could the sound escaping as an echo
off the ceiling at an angle
And when the voices blend they like angels
I hope there's room still in the middle
But I lift my voice up now to reach them
The is too high, way up in Heaven

And so I hold my tongue, the song
Tie my shoe, walking off
And try to just keep on
my broken heart and my absent God
And I have no faith but it is all I
To be loved and believe in my
In my soul, in my soul, in my