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 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 to tell him he had a sense
Of and composition so magnificent

And he said, "Thank you, please but your
Is truly not becoming me, your 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 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 of her life from that point on would be a lie
But she was grateful for everything had happens
And she was for all that would come next?

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

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 carelessness, it is something awful

And no, I just let you go
And though your father's name is
Your now are yours alone
You are but a stepping stone
On a to debt, to loss, to shame"

The last few months I been living with this couple
Yeah, you know, the kind who buy in doubles
Oh, they fit together, like a
And I love their love and I am
That someone actually receives the prize that was
By all fairy tales that drugged us

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

So I have been 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 and jockey 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 give under me

My head feels weak and it is clear to see
It is not them but me, who has lost my
As I behind these books I read, while scribbling my poetry
art could save a wretch like me
With some ideal ideology that no one could hope to
And I am never real, it is a sketch 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 filling up people
Could hear the escaping as an echo
off the ceiling at an angle
And when the voices blend they like angels
I there's some room still in the middle
But I lift my voice up now to reach them
The is too high, way up in Heaven

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