Luyện nghe bài hát Waste of Paint

I have a friend, he is mostly of pain
And he wakes up, drives to work, and straight 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 and composition so magnificent

And he said, "Thank you, please but your
Is truly not me, your eyes are poor
You are blind, you see, no beauty could have from me
I am a of breath, of space, of time"

I knew a woman, she was dignified and
And her for her man was one of her many virtues
Until one day, she out that he had lied
And she decided the rest of her life that point on would 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 cars she
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 upset and with all the days she may left
She would never clean another mess or his shirts or look her best
She was to waste 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 student of medicine, a son of a
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 decisions now are alone
You are nothing but a stepping
On a to debt, to loss, to shame"

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

And still do me, I'm sick, lonely
No tree, just green envy
Will my number up eventually?
Like love is kind of lottery
Where you and see what's underneath
'sorry, just one cherry', 'play again', 'get lucky'

So I have been hanging out down by the trains
No, I don't ride, I just sit and watch the there
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 see it's pointless?
But then, my knees under 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 ideal ideology that no one could hope to achieve
And I am real, it is just a sketch in me
And I made is trite and cheap and a waste
Of paint, of tape, of

So now I park my car down by the
Where the point up at the steeples
Choir practice was filling up people
Could hear the sound escaping as an
Sloping off the at an angle
And when the voices blend sound like angels
I hope there's 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 hold my tongue, the song
Tie my shoe, walking 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 loved and believe in my
In my soul, in my soul, in my