Luyện nghe bài hát Waste of Paint

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

And he said, "Thank you, please but flattery
Is truly not becoming me, your eyes are
You are blind, you see, no beauty could have come me
I am a of breath, of space, of time"

I knew a woman, she was dignified and
And her love for her man was one of her virtues
Until one day, she out that he had lied
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 anxious for all would come next?

But then she wept, did you expect?
In that big, old house with the she kept
And "Such is life," she often
With one day her to the next
You get a little closer to your death, which was with 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 free to waste away

night, my brother, he got drunk 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 carelessness, it is something awful

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

The last few months I have been living this couple
Yeah, you know, the kind who buy in doubles
Oh, they fit together, like a
And I love love and I am thankful
That someone 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 is some kind of lottery
Where you scratch and see what's
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 people
And they remind me of wind up in motion
The way they spin and turn and jockey for
And I want to out that it all is nonsense
All live's one track, can't they see it's pointless?
But then, my give 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 behind books I read, while scribbling my poetry
Like art could a wretch like me
With some ideal ideology 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 park my car down by the
the floodlights point up at the steeples
Choir practice was filling up people
Could hear the sound as an echo
Sloping off the ceiling at an
And the voices blend they sound like angels
I hope some room still in the middle
But when I lift my voice up now to them
The is too high, way up in Heaven

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