Luyện nghe bài hát Waste of Paint

I have a friend, he is made mostly of
And he up, drives to work, and then straight back home again
He once cut one of my out of paper
Well, I thought it was beautiful, I put it on a cover
And I tried to tell him he had a
Of color and so magnificent

And he said, "Thank you, please but flattery
Is truly not becoming me, your eyes are
You are blind, you see, no beauty have come from 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 many
Until one day, she out that he had lied
And she decided the rest of her from that point on would be a lie
But she was grateful for everything had happens
And she was for all that would come next?

But then she wept, what did you
In big, old house with the cars she kept
And "Such is life," she said
one day leading her to the next
You get a closer to your death, which was fine with her
She never got upset and all the days she may have left
She would never clean another mess or fold his shirts or look her
She was free to waste away

Last night, my brother, he got and drove
And this cop, he pulled him off to the side of the
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 should be
And your carelessness, it is something

And no, I just let you go
And though your father's is known
Your decisions now are alone
You are nothing but a stone
On a to debt, to loss, to shame"

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

And they do me, I'm sick, lonely
No laurel tree, just green
Will my come up eventually?
Like is some kind of lottery
you scratch and see what's underneath
It's 'sorry, just one cherry', 'play again', lucky'

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

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

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

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