Luyện nghe bài hát Dirge

I hate for lovin' you
And the weakness that it
You just a painted face
On a down suicide road

The was set, the lights went out
All the old hotel
I myself for lovin' you
And I'm glad the curtain

I hate foolish game we played
And the need that was
And the mercy that you to me
Who ever would have

I went out on broadway
And I felt place within
That place where martyrs weep
And angels play sin

Heard songs of freedom
And man stripped
out his folly
While his back is being

Like a slave in
beaten 'til he's tame
All for a moment's
And a dirty, rotten shame

are those who worship loneliness
I'm not one of
In this age of
I'm for a gem

The ball up on the wall
shown me nothin' yet
I've the price of solitude
But at I'm out of debt

I can't a useful thing
You did for me
'Cept pat me on the back one
When I was on my

We stared each others eyes
one of us would break
No use to
What difference it make?

So sing praise of progress
And of the machine
The naked truth is taboo
it can be seen

Lady luck who on me
tell you where I'm at
I hate myself for you
But I should get that