Luyện nghe bài hát Joy Division

A crucial is all but spent;
it will be dark in my basement.
My heart is waxing the floor again,
Hoping I slip and fall in love.
Well she me the choice
To and rejoice,
Or to and rebel.
Well papa, this attack,
Yeah, its a attack,
And I can't to carry, much less bury the past.

Well your said I was a terrible mess,
Yeah, got a real good head on her shoulders.
When the singer spoke and
She didnt smoke cigarettes,
She said her teenage smoldered...
On a hot bed of coal in a white room
Underneath that Joy poster... .
He papa--
He papa,
Somtimes I vent my spleen!
Sometmes I vent my spleen--
I get shattered in the heart
And in the brain.

all those medicines in those sermons
Still can't keep his brazen nose turning.
And salvation it may free of charge,
But alway costs him something.
say there is nothing as sacred
As the blood brothers,
When its pricked from there
And exchanged the covers.
papa, my brother is gone!
Yeah, my is gone,
So you tell now how it is,
That I'm to get along.

Well, you for a chorus but you got a refrain.
Yeah, its another sad song that like a train.
You wistle to it but you can fast forward through it,
Flick it off your like dead skin.
They say my on a plate
May the debate
Over the unbearable high of living.
But papa, everything apart!
falls apart!
And the will grow
As surely as they will break heart.