Luyện nghe bài hát It's All Right Ma, I'm Only Bleeding

Darkness at the of noon
Shadows the silver spoon
The handmade blade, the child's
Eclipses both the sun and
To understand you too soon
is no sense in trying.

Pointed threats, bluff with scorn
Suicide are torn
From the gold mouthpiece
The hollow horn plays words
Proves to
That he not being born
Is dying.

Temptation's page out the door
You follow, yourself at war
Watch of pity roar
You feel to moan but unlike
You
That just be
One person crying.

So fear if you hear
A foreign to your ear
It's alright, Ma, I'm sighing.

As some warn victory, downfall
Private reasons great or
Can be in the eyes of those that call
To make all that be killed to crawl
While others say don't nothing at all
hatred.

Disillusioned words bullets bark
As human gods aim for mark
Made everything from toy guns spark
To flesh-colored Christs that in the dark
It's to see without looking too far
That not
Is sacred.

While preachers preach of fates
Teachers teach that knowledge
Can to hundred-dollar plates
Goodness hides behind its
But the president of the United States
Sometimes have
To naked.

An' though the rules of the have been lodged
It's only people's games that you got to
And alright, Ma, I can make it.

Advertising signs con you
Into you're the one
That can do never been done
That can win what's never won
Meantime life outside on
All you.

You lose yourself, you
You suddenly you got nothing to fear
Alone you with nobody near
When a trembling voice, unclear
Startles your ears to hear
That thinks
They really you.

A question in nerves is lit
Yet you there is no answer fit to satisfy
you not to quit
To it in your mind and not forget
it is not he or she or them or it
That you to.

Although the masters the rules
For the men and the fools
I got nothing, Ma, to up to.

For them that obey authority
That they do not respect in any
Who their jobs, their destinies
Speak jealously of them are free
Do what they do to be
Nothing than something
They in.

While some on baptized
To strict platform ties
Social clubs in disguise
Outsiders can freely criticize
Tell nothing except who to
And say God bless him.

While one who sings with his tongue on
Gargles in the rat race
Bent out of from society's pliers
not to come up any higher
But rather get you down in the
he's in.

But I no harm nor put fault
On anyone that lives in a
But it's alright, Ma, if I can't him.

Old judges watch people in pairs
Limited in sex, they
To push morals, insult and stare
money doesn't talk, it swears
Obscenity, who really
Propaganda, all is phony.

them that defend what they cannot see
With a killer's pride,
It the minds most bitterly
For them that think honesty
Won't fall them naturally
sometimes
get lonely.

My collide head-on with stuffed graveyards
False goals, I
At pettiness which so rough
upside-down inside handcuffs
Kick my to crash it off
Say okay, I had enough
What can you show me?

And if my could be seen
They'd probably put my head in a
But it's alright, Ma, life, and life only.