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 straight back home
He cut one of my nightmares out of paper
Well, I thought it was beautiful, I put it on a cover
And I to tell him he had a sense
Of color and composition so

And he said, "Thank you, but your flattery
Is not becoming me, your eyes are poor
You are blind, you see, no could have come 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 virtues
one day, she found out that he had lied
And she the rest of her life from 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 she wept, what did you expect?
In that big, old house the cars she kept
And "Such is life," she often
one day leading her to the next
You get a little to your death, which was fine with her
She got upset and with all the days she may have 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 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 can't let you go
And your father's name is known
Your now are yours alone
You are nothing but a stone
On a to debt, to loss, to shame"

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

And they do me, I'm sick, lonely
No laurel tree, green envy
Will my number up eventually?
Like love is kind of lottery
you scratch and see what's underneath
It's 'sorry, just one cherry', 'play again', 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 cars in
The way they spin and and jockey for positions
And I to scream out that it all is nonsense
All your live's one track, can't they see it's
But then, my knees under me

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

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

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