Luyện nghe bài hát Your World Customer

In the bright-lit station, 3 A.M.
in a town whose active is at an end
I was met by a rich man dressed in a fur
who said, "If I can keep smiling I can the world."
What

"Lord Banana, Lord Paper Twine,
Lord Yo-Yo, they're all friends of mine.
Lord Trannie Dolequeue, Private Zoo,
Lord Bishop and Lord Valium, too."

"I you think you have a job
but the world knows it's ended.
Why do you laugh at the dying of the god
on whom your devilish depended?"

and broken
in a part not clearly
You'll have no Armegeddon, no screams
dreams...

Your world, world, your world customer
Your world, your world, your world, world

I said, "I'm your faith in what you cannot see
has made slumbers sounder but it won't work for me.
I am sick of fresh starts, of the promises heard
from my and others of a brighter world."

"Now I'm a punchdrunk sailor who picture land,
an atom in a grain of sand.
They who can't be frozen like a corpse
must be isolated and up in knots."

Fake and a lick of paint
and a change of name
by some menswear dummy turned
of a master whose name he cannot
You feast on bargain-basement
Get your off the well-worn peg
No new hierarchy, female or
No Santa, or Holy Grail

and clueless, too indebted to inspect
what both feeds and defets respect
I'm beaten, but I reject
this world, like a sentence
crime or guilt or sin
so the panda back his skin
and give the berries back their