Luyện nghe bài hát Coming Up

Our father who art in a penthouse sits in his floor suite
And swivels to gaze down at the city he me in
He allows me to stand and graffiti until
He needs the I stand on

I in my darkened threshold am pawing through my
The receipts, the bus schedules, the phone numbers
The napkin poems all of which laundering has rendered
Pulpy and strange, change and a key

Ask me, go ahead, ask me, go ahead, ask me
Go ahead, ask me if I
I got the answer here, I it down somewhere
I gotta find it

and their spray paint got too close
Somebody came on too
Now look at me made ugly by the drooling
I was off alone, ain't that the way it is

They don't know the first thing but you don't that
Until they take the swing
My fingers are red and swollen from the
I'm bold in my old age

So go ahead, try the door, it doesn't matter
I know the weak hearted are strong
And we are being alive
Until killed, he's up there

The, the ice is clinking in his
It's little of paper
I ask
I just my pockets and wait

not fate, it's just circumstance
I don't fool with romance
I just live phone to phone number
them against my thighs
In the warmth of my
Which whisper history incessantly asking me, Where you?

I lower my wishing I could cry more
And less, yes it's true
I was trying to someone again
I was caring, bearing weight

But I love this city, this state this country is too
And whoever's in
They better take the down
And put more change in our cup
Or else we are up