Luyện nghe bài hát Private Hell

Closer close you see yourself
A image of what you wanted to be
As each day by a little more
You can't what it was you wanted anyway

The fingers feel the they prod the space
Your aging face the that once was so beautiful
Is still there but unrecognizable, private

The man who you once is bald and fat
And in working late as usual
Your interest has waned you feel the
The bed springs on the occasions he lies upon you
Close your eyes and think of nothing but hell

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

The morning slips away in a Valium
And catalogues and cups of coffee
In the afternoon the weekly
Is put in bags as you off down the high street

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

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

Safe at last your private hell
at last inside your private hell