Luyện nghe bài hát Private Hell

Closer than you see yourself
A image of what you wanted to be
As day goes by a little more
You remember what it was you wanted anyway

The fingers feel the lines they prod the
aging face the face that once was so beautiful
Is still there but unrecognizable, hell

The man who you loved is bald and fat
And seldom in late as usual
Your interest has you feel the strain
The bed springs on the occasions he lies upon you
Close your eyes and think of but private hell

of Emma wonder what she's doing
Her husband Terry and your
of Edward who's still at college
You send him which he doesn't acknowledge
he don't care, they don't care
'Cause they're all going through own private hell

The morning away in a Valium haze
And catalogues and numerous cups of
In the the weekly food
Is put in bags as you float off down the street

The shop reflect play a nameless host
To a closet ghost a picture of your
A of your misery and Private hell

at 6 o'clock you drop a cup
You see it smash inside you
You can't go on but you it up

Safe at last inside private hell
Sanity at last inside private hell