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 home
He once cut one of my out of paper
Well, I thought it was beautiful, I put it on a record
And I tried to tell him he had a
Of color and composition so

And he said, "Thank you, please but flattery
Is truly not becoming me, your eyes are
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 and true
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 from that point on be a lie
But she was for everything that had happens
And she was anxious for all that would come

But then she wept, what did you
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 death, which was fine with her
She never got upset and with all the days she may have
She would never clean another or fold his shirts or look her best
She was free to 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 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 decisions now are yours
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 who buy everything in doubles
Oh, they fit together, like a
And I love love and I am thankful
That actually receives the prize that was promised
By all those tales that drugged us

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

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 up cars in motion
The way they spin and turn and jockey for
And I want to scream out it all is nonsense
All your one track, can't they see it's pointless?
But then, my knees under me

My head feels weak and suddenly it is to see
It is not them but me, who has my self-identity
As I hide these books I read, while scribbling my poetry
Like art could save a wretch me
some ideal ideology that no one could hope to achieve
And I am real, it is just a sketch in me
And everything I made is trite and cheap and a
Of paint, of tape, of

So now I my car down by the cathedral
Where the floodlights up at the steeples
Choir practice was up with people
Could hear the escaping as an echo
Sloping off the ceiling at an
And when the blend they sound like angels
I hope there's some room still in the
But when I lift my voice up now to reach
The range is too high, way up in

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