Luyện nghe bài hát Waste of Paint

I have a friend, he is made of pain
And he wakes up, 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 him he had a sense
Of color and so magnificent

And he said, "Thank you, but your flattery
Is truly not becoming me, your eyes are
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 dignified and
And her love for her man was one of her many
Until one day, she found out he had lied
And she the rest of her life from that point on would be a lie
But she was grateful for everything had happens
And she was anxious for all would come next?

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

Last night, my brother, he got drunk and
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 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 name is
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 everything in
Oh, they fit together, a puzzle
And I love their and I am thankful
That someone actually the prize that was promised
By all those fairy tales drugged us

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

So I have 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 and turn and jockey for positions
And I want to out that it all is nonsense
All your live's one track, they see it's pointless?
But then, my give under me

My head feels weak and suddenly it is 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 save a wretch like me
With some ideal ideology that no one hope to achieve
And I am real, it is just a sketch in me
And everything I made is trite and 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 at an angle
And when the voices blend they sound like
I hope some room still in the middle
But when I lift my voice up now to them
The is too high, way up in Heaven

And so I my tongue, forget the song
Tie my shoe, start off
And try to keep moving on
my broken 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