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 again
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 him he had a sense
Of color and composition so

And he said, "Thank you, please but your
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 a woman, she was dignified and true
And her love for her man was one of her 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 grateful for everything had happens
And she was anxious for all would come next?

But then she wept, did you expect?
In that big, old house with the she kept
And "Such is life," she often
With one day her to the next
You get a little closer to your death, which was fine her
She never got upset and with all the she may have left
She would never clean another mess or fold his shirts or her best
She was free to waste 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 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 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 everything in
Oh, they fit together, like a
And I their love and I am thankful
That actually receives the prize that was promised
By all those fairy tales that us

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

So I been hanging out down by the trains depot
No, I don't ride, I just sit and the people there
And they remind me of up cars in motion
The way they spin and turn and for positions
And I want to out that it all is nonsense
All live's one track, can't they see it's pointless?
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 books I read, while scribbling my poetry
Like art save a wretch like me
With some ideal ideology 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 park my car down by the
the floodlights point up at the steeples
Choir was filling up with people
Could hear the sound escaping as an
Sloping off the at an angle
And when the voices blend they like angels
I there's 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 hold my tongue, forget the
Tie my shoe, start off
And try to just keep 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