Luyện nghe bài hát Coming Up

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

I in my threshold am pawing through my pockets
The receipts, the bus schedules, the phone numbers
The urgent napkin poems all of laundering has rendered
and strange, loose 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

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

They don't the first thing but you don't know that
Until take the first 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 willed
And we are being kept
Until we're killed, up there

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

It's not fate, just circumstance
I don't fool myself romance
I just live number to phone number
Dusting them my thighs
In the warmth of my
Which whisper history incessantly me, Where were you?

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

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