Luyện nghe bài hát Waste of Paint

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

And he said, "Thank you, please but flattery
Is truly not me, your eyes are poor
You are blind, you see, no beauty could have come 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 that point on would be a lie
But she was for everything that had happens
And she was anxious for all that would next?

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

Last night, my brother, he got and drove
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 student of medicine, a son of a
You understand"
The cop said, "No one got hurt, you be thankful
And your carelessness, it is awful

And no, I just let you go
And your father's 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, like a
And I love love and I am thankful
That someone actually receives the that was promised
By all those fairy tales that us

And they do me, I'm sick, lonely
No tree, just green envy
Will my come up eventually?
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 been hanging out down by the trains
No, I don't ride, I just sit and watch the there
And they remind me of wind up in motion
The way they spin and turn and for positions
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 give 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 these books I read, while my poetry
Like art could save a like me
With some ideal ideology that no one hope to achieve
And I am real, it is just a sketch in me
And everything I made is trite and and a waste
Of paint, of tape, of

So now I park my car by the cathedral
the floodlights point up at the steeples
Choir practice was up with people
Could the sound escaping as an echo
off the ceiling at an angle
And when the voices they sound like angels
I hope there's room still in the middle
But when I lift my voice up now to them
The range is too high, way up in

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