Luyện nghe bài hát Waste of Paint

I a friend, he is made mostly of pain
And he wakes up, drives to work, and then straight home again
He once cut one of my out of paper
Well, I it was beautiful, I put it on a record cover
And I tried to tell him he had a
Of color and so magnificent

And he said, "Thank you, please but your
Is not becoming me, your eyes are poor
You are blind, you see, no could have come from me
I am a of breath, of space, of time"

I a woman, she was dignified and true
And her love for her man was one of her many
Until one day, she found out that he had
And she the rest of her life from that point on would be a lie
But she was for everything that had happens
And she was anxious for all that come next?

But then she wept, what did you
In that big, old with the cars she kept
And "Such is life," she said
one day leading her to the next
You get a little closer to your death, which was with her
She never got upset and with all the days she may have
She would clean another mess or fold his shirts or look her best
She was to waste away alone

Last night, my brother, he got drunk and
And this cop, he pulled him off to the of the road
And he said, "Officer, officer, you got the man
No, no, I'm a student of medicine, a son of a
You understand"
The cop said, "No one got hurt, you be thankful
And carelessness, it is something awful

And no, I just let you go
And though father's name is known
Your decisions now are alone
You are nothing but a stepping
On a to debt, to loss, to shame"

The few months I have been living with this couple
Yeah, you know, the who buy everything in doubles
Oh, they fit together, a puzzle
And I their love and I am thankful
That someone actually receives the that was promised
By all those fairy that drugged us

And still do me, I'm sick, lonely
No laurel tree, just green
Will my come up eventually?
Like love is some of lottery
you scratch and see what's underneath
It's 'sorry, just one cherry', 'play again', lucky'

So I have been hanging out down by the trains
No, I don't ride, I just sit and watch the there
And they remind me of wind up cars in
The way spin and turn and jockey for positions
And I want to out that it all is nonsense
All your live's one track, can't they see pointless?
But then, my knees under me

My head feels weak and suddenly it is to see
It is not them but me, who has lost my
As I hide behind these books I read, while my poetry
Like art could save a like me
With some ideal ideology that no one could to achieve
And I am never real, it is a sketch in me
And I made is trite and cheap and a waste
Of paint, of tape, of

So now I park my car by the cathedral
Where the point up at the steeples
practice was filling up with people
Could hear the sound escaping as an
off the ceiling at an angle
And the voices blend they sound like angels
I there's some room still in the middle
But when I lift my voice up now to reach
The is too high, way up in Heaven

And so I hold my tongue, forget the
Tie my shoe, walking off
And try to just moving on
With my heart and my absent God
And I no faith but it is all I want
To be loved and in my soul
In my soul, in my soul, in my