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 tell him he had a
Of color and composition so

And he said, "Thank you, but your flattery
Is truly not becoming me, 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 dignified and
And her for her man was one of her many virtues
Until one day, she out that he had lied
And she decided the rest of her life from 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 with the cars she kept
And "Such is life," she often
With one day leading her to the
You get a closer to your death, which was fine with her
She never got and with 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 drunk and
And cop, he pulled 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 should be
And carelessness, it is something awful

And no, I just let you go
And though your name is known
decisions 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 who buy everything in doubles
Oh, fit together, like a puzzle
And I their love and I am thankful
That someone actually receives the prize was promised
By all those fairy tales drugged us

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

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

My head feels 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, while my poetry
art could save a wretch like me
With some ideal that no one could hope to achieve
And I am never real, it is a sketch 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 point up at the steeples
practice was filling up with people
Could hear the escaping as an echo
off the ceiling at an angle
And when the voices blend they like angels
I hope some room still in the middle
But when I lift my voice up now to them
The range is too high, way up in

And so I my tongue, forget the song
Tie my shoe, walking off
And try to just keep on
With my heart 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