Luyện nghe bài hát Waste of Paint

I have a friend, he is made mostly of
And he wakes up, drives to work, and then straight back again
He once cut one of my out of paper
Well, I thought it was beautiful, I put it on a cover
And I tried to him he had a sense
Of color and so magnificent

And he said, "Thank you, but your flattery
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 a woman, she was dignified and true
And her for her man was one of her many virtues
one day, she found 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 everything 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 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 all the days she may have left
She would never another mess or fold his shirts or look her best
She was to waste away alone

Last night, my brother, he got drunk and
And cop, he pulled 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 be thankful
And your carelessness, it is awful

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

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

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

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

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

So now I park my car down by the
the floodlights point up at the steeples
Choir practice was up with people
Could hear the escaping as an echo
Sloping off the at an angle
And when the blend they sound 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 my tongue, forget the song
Tie my shoe, start off
And try to just moving on
With my broken heart and my God
And I no faith but it is all I want
To be and believe in my soul
In my soul, in my soul, in my