Luyện nghe bài hát The Shame

My heart is a haunted loom,
weaving jackets for children who'll be born.
My hands are abandoned
manufacturing heartbreak and for the world.
As we waltz the broken dance of our
this ballroom has been groped by so evil whims.
As I drill the last into you,
the well of your body has into glue.
Everything is going to be just awful we're around.
All the colors gonna rot off your sight we're around.
I remember the day that I sold my to that nice couple
who lost first child.
I in a set of sympathy,
and a of popcorn for the cemetary.
But now my face is all fenced off, the sky is up,
the covered in drop cloth.
How many chords till this song vomits out love?
How many feathers to pluck naked the dove?
How many till you send away for that trophy?
And how many punches till you give yourself away for
Because bruises on your face look like the sun setting in disgrace.
(From these cliffs you can see the whole
laid out like a field of wounded soldiers.
The billboards in and hissing,
the sky stitching the gash of the earth.
As they waltz the broken dance of their
their has been groped by so many evil whims.)
Everything is going to be awful when we're around.
All the colors gonna rot off your when we're around.
I am just a pleased to meet you can I show you around.
Every thing go the shadows the seagulls when we're around.
is our shame.