Luyện nghe bài hát Your World Customer

In the bright-lit station, 3 A.M.
in a town whose active is at an end
I was met by a rich man dressed in a fur
who said, "If I can keep I can change the world."
What

"Lord Banana, Lord Paper Twine,
Lord Yo-Yo, they're all friends of mine.
Lord Trannie Dolequeue, Private Zoo,
Lord Hanging and Lord Valium, too."

"I know you think you a job
but the world knows it's ended.
Why do you laugh at the of the senile god
on whom your life depended?"

Shop-soiled and
in a part not clearly
You'll no Armegeddon, no more screams
dreams...

Your world, your world, your world
Your world, your world, your world, world

I said, "I'm sure your faith in what you see
has made your slumbers sounder but it won't for me.
I am sick of fresh starts, of the promises I've
from my and others of a brighter world."

"Now I'm a punchdrunk sailor who cannot land,
an atom in a grain of sand.
They who be frozen like a teenage corpse
be isolated and tied up in knots."

Fake and a lick of paint
and a of name announced
by some menswear dummy turned
of a master name he cannot pronounce
You feast on dregs
Get your self-delusions off the peg
No new hierarchy, or male
No Santa, Elvis or Holy

Shop-soiled and clueless, too indebted to
what both and defets you--no respect
I'm beaten, but I still
this world, just like a
crime or guilt or sin
so give the panda back his
and give the berries their gin--CHORUS