Luyện nghe bài hát Waste of Paint

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

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

But she wept, what did you expect?
In that big, old with the cars she kept
And "Such is life," she said
one day leading her to the next
You get a little closer to your death, which was with her
She never got upset and with all the days she may have
She never clean another mess or fold his shirts or look her best
She was to waste away alone

Last night, my brother, he got 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 of medicine, a son of a banker
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 nothing but a stone
On a to debt, to loss, to shame"

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

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

So I have hanging out down by the trains depot
No, I don't ride, I just sit and the people there
And they remind me of wind up cars in
The way they spin and turn and jockey for
And I to scream out that it all is nonsense
All your live's one track, 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 my self-identity
As I hide behind these books I read, while my poetry
Like art could save a wretch me
With some ideal ideology that no one hope to achieve
And I am real, it is just a sketch in me
And I made is trite and cheap and a waste
Of paint, of tape, of

So now I my car down by the cathedral
Where the floodlights up at the steeples
Choir practice was filling up with
Could hear the sound escaping as an
Sloping off the at an angle
And when the voices blend they sound angels
I hope there's some room in the middle
But when I lift my 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 keep on
my broken 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