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 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, please but your
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 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 on would be a lie
But she was grateful for everything that had
And she was anxious for all that come next?

But then she wept, did you expect?
In that big, old with the cars she kept
And "Such is life," she said
With one day leading her to the
You get a little closer to your death, 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 or look her best
She was free to away 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 awful

And no, I just let you go
And though father's name is known
Your now are yours alone
You are nothing but a stepping
On a to debt, to loss, to shame"

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

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

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

My head feels and suddenly it is clear to see
It is not but me, who has lost my self-identity
As I hide behind these books I read, while scribbling my
Like art could 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 trite and cheap and a
Of paint, of tape, of

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

And so I hold my tongue, the song
Tie my shoe, start off
And try to keep moving on
With my broken heart and my 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