Luyện nghe bài hát Waste of Paint

I have a friend, he is made of pain
And he up, drives to work, and then straight 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 becoming me, your eyes are
You are blind, you see, no beauty could have 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 virtues
Until one day, she found out he had lied
And she decided the rest of her life that point on would be a lie
But she was grateful for that had happens
And she was anxious for all that would next?

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

night, my brother, he got drunk and drove
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 student of medicine, a son of a
You understand"
The cop said, "No one got hurt, you should be
And your carelessness, it is something

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

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

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

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

My head feels weak and suddenly it is to see
It is not them but me, who has lost my
As I hide behind these books I read, while scribbling my
Like art could save a like me
With some ideal ideology that no one could hope to
And I am real, it is just a sketch in me
And everything I made is and cheap and a waste
Of paint, of tape, of

So now I my car down by the cathedral
Where the point up at the steeples
Choir practice was filling up people
Could hear the sound as an echo
Sloping off the ceiling at an
And when the voices they sound like angels
I hope there's some room still in the
But when I lift my voice up now to reach
The is too high, way up in Heaven

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