Luyện nghe bài hát Waste of Paint

I a friend, he is made mostly 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 color and composition so

And he said, "Thank you, please but your
Is truly not me, your eyes are poor
You are blind, you see, no beauty have come 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 found out that he had
And she decided the of her life from that point on would be a lie
But she was for everything that had happens
And she was for all that would come next?

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

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

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

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

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

So I have been out down by the trains depot
No, I don't ride, I sit and watch the people there
And they remind me of wind up cars in
The way they spin and turn and for positions
And I to scream out that it all is nonsense
All your one track, can't they 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 these books I read, while my poetry
Like art could a wretch like me
With ideal ideology that no one could hope to achieve
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 by the cathedral
the floodlights point up at the steeples
Choir practice was filling up people
Could hear the escaping as an echo
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 reach
The is too high, way up in Heaven

And so I hold my tongue, 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