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 back home again
He once cut one of my nightmares out of
Well, I it was beautiful, I put it on a record cover
And I tried to tell him he had a
Of and composition so magnificent

And he said, "Thank you, but your flattery
Is truly not becoming me, your eyes are
You are blind, you see, no beauty could have from 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 many
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 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 house with the cars she
And "Such is life," she said
With one day leading her to the
You get a little closer to your death, was fine with her
She never got upset and with all the days she may left
She would never clean another mess or fold his shirts or her best
She was to waste away alone

Last night, my brother, he got drunk and
And this cop, he pulled him off to the side of the
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 be thankful
And your carelessness, it is awful

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

The last few months I have living with this couple
Yeah, you know, the kind who buy everything in
Oh, fit together, like a puzzle
And I love their and I am thankful
That someone 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 up eventually?
Like love is kind of lottery
Where you scratch and see what's
It's 'sorry, just one cherry', 'play again', 'get

So I have been hanging out by the trains depot
No, I don't ride, I just sit and the people there
And remind me of wind up cars in motion
The way they spin and and jockey for positions
And I want to scream out that it all is
All your one track, can't they see it's pointless?
But then, my knees give me

My head feels weak and suddenly it is to see
It is not but me, who has lost my self-identity
As I hide behind books I read, while scribbling my poetry
Like art could save a wretch me
With some ideal that no one could hope to achieve
And I am never real, it is a sketch in me
And I made is trite and cheap and a waste
Of paint, of tape, of

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

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