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 back home again
He once cut one of my nightmares out of
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, please but your
Is truly not becoming me, your 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 found out that he had
And she decided the rest of her life from that point on be a lie
But she was grateful for that had happens
And she was for all that would come next?

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

Last night, my brother, he got drunk and
And this cop, he him off to the side 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 awful

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

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

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

So I been 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 spin and turn and for positions
And I want to out that it all is nonsense
All your live's one track, can't they see it's
But then, my give under me

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

So now I park my car down by the
Where the floodlights point up at the
Choir practice was up with people
Could hear the escaping as an echo
Sloping off the ceiling at an
And when the voices blend they like angels
I hope some room still in the middle
But when I my voice up now to reach them
The range is too high, way up in

And so I hold my tongue, the song
Tie my shoe, walking off
And try to just keep on
With my broken heart and my God
And I have no faith but it is all I
To be loved and believe in my
In my soul, in my soul, in my