Luyện nghe bài hát Your World Customer

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

"Lord Straight Banana, Lord Twine,
Lord Biting Yo-Yo, they're all of mine.
Lord Trannie Dolequeue, Private Zoo,
Hanging 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 life depended?"

Shop-soiled and
in a part not seen
You'll have no Armegeddon, no more
dreams...

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

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

"Now I'm a punchdrunk sailor who cannot land,
an exhausted in a grain of sand.
They who be frozen like a teenage corpse
be isolated and tied up in knots."

Fake chrome and a of paint
and a of name announced
by menswear dummy turned messenger
of a master whose he cannot pronounce
You on bargain-basement dregs
Get self-delusions off the well-worn peg
No new hierarchy, female or
No Santa, Elvis or Grail

Shop-soiled and clueless, too to inspect
what both feeds and defets you--no
I'm beaten, but I still
this world, like a sentence
Without or guilt or sin
so give the panda back his
and the berries back their gin--CHORUS