Luyện nghe bài hát Waste of Paint

I have a friend, he is mostly of pain
And he wakes up, drives to work, and then back home again
He once cut one of my nightmares out of
Well, I thought it was beautiful, I put it on a record
And I tried to tell him he had a
Of color and composition so

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

I knew a woman, she was 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 for everything that had happens
And she was for all that would come next?

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

Last night, my brother, he got and drove
And this cop, he him off to the side of the road
And he said, "Officer, officer, you got the man
No, no, I'm a student of medicine, a son of a
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 your father's name is known
Your decisions now are yours
You are but a stepping stone
On a to debt, to loss, to shame"

The last few months I have been with this couple
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 that us

And still do me, I'm sick, lonely
No tree, just green envy
my number come up eventually?
Like love is some kind of
Where you scratch and see underneath
'sorry, just one cherry', 'play again', 'get lucky'

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

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

So now I my car down by the cathedral
the floodlights point up at the steeples
Choir practice was filling up people
Could the sound escaping as an echo
Sloping off the at an angle
And when the voices blend they sound like
I hope there's some still in the middle
But I lift my voice up now to reach them
The range is too high, way up in

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