Luyện nghe bài hát Giant Swan

the swan's got ghosts in his wings.
his guts are with polaroids, and they're all humiliating.
and when the wine's and the wild cabaret has sung it's last voice,
and you're sitting all in the 4am darkness of a pitch-black theater,
he like fireworks on the stage with gold smoke.
sing, your voice wont stop blooming.
he a play and you're the protagonist.
all the you wish you'd fucked make a guest appearance.
oh, and you won't believe the ending.
fly me home, swan!
the giant got a pixelated beak.
his are twin mushroom clouds,
his feathers are cities,
and his are hollow apartments with the highest quality furnishings.
and you can watch tv until you die there, skin draped over luxury chairs.
sing, your voice won't stop blooming.
if heart's a diamond, buddy, what's the price?
if your a diamond what's the fucking price?
your mouth is cheap and hair is shoddy.
so sit and watch the ballerinas and spin.
then strip down to vulgar skeleton.
you'd better one more drink of captain morgan's rum.
oh, it's gonna sting like a raw sunrise when they swan's gone.
at the resort, the curtains closed, you haven't left the room for two solid weeks.
with a pound of cocaine under the bed where the call perform their services.
and you have to CNN on so you don't think about her newborn son
who this town from the crotch you're renting out.
"who's at the door? the fuck!
who's at the door? the fuck!
who's at the door? the fuck!"
your heart is your hands are turning black.
your shadow breaks in a ski mask.
is that a machete at your
"give me all money! give me all the dope!"
and the sun's like a painting of whole life.
you scratch at the canvas, but you get inside.
and the sun's like a of your whole life.
you at the canvas, but you can't get inside.
family is gurgling grief.
you you're fast asleep.
is that the curtain
swan, take me to the river.
is my flesh corroding?
giant swan, me to the river.
all the you wish you said are buried with your x'd out head.
all your motives...
swan, take me to the river.