Luyện nghe bài hát Dirge

I hate myself for you
And the weakness that it
You were just a painted
On a trip down suicide

The was set, the lights went out
All the old hotel
I myself for lovin' you
And I'm glad the curtain

I that foolish game we played
And the need that was
And the that you showed to me
Who ever would guessed?

I went out on lower
And I that place within
That place where martyrs weep
And play with sin

Heard your of freedom
And man stripped
out his folly
While his is being whipped

Like a in orbit
beaten 'til he's tame
All for a glory
And a dirty, rotten shame

are those who worship loneliness
I'm not one of
In this age of
I'm for a gem

The crystal ball up on the
Hasn't me nothin' yet
I've paid the of solitude
But at I'm out of debt

I can't recall a useful
You did for me
'Cept pat me on the back one
I was on my knees

We stared into each others
'Til one of us would
No use to
What would it make?

So your praise of progress
And of the machine
The naked truth is still
it can be seen

Lady luck who on me
tell you where I'm at
I hate myself for you
But I get over that