Luyện nghe bài hát Private Hell

Closer close you see yourself
A image of what you wanted to be
As day goes by a little more
You can't remember what it was you anyway

The fingers the lines they prod the space
Your aging the face that once was so beautiful
Is there but unrecognizable, private hell

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

Think of Emma wonder what doing
Her husband Terry and your
Think of Edward who's at college
You send him letters which he doesn't
'Cause he don't care, don't care
they're all going through their own private hell

The morning slips away in a Valium
And catalogues and numerous of coffee
In the afternoon the weekly
Is put in as you float off down the high street

The shop windows reflect a nameless host
To a closet ghost a picture of fantasy
A of your misery and Private hell

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

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