Luyện nghe bài hát Private Hell

Closer close you see yourself
A mirrored image of you wanted to be
As each day by a little more
You remember what it was you wanted anyway

The fingers feel the lines they the space
Your aging face the face once was so beautiful
Is still there but unrecognizable, hell

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

Think of Emma wonder what she's
Her husband and your grandchildren
Think of who's still at college
You send him letters he doesn't acknowledge
'Cause he don't care, they don't
'Cause they're all going their own private hell

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

The windows reflect play a nameless host
To a closet ghost a of your fantasy
A victim of your and Private hell

Alone at 6 o'clock you a cup
You see it inside you crack
You go on but you sweep it up

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