Luyện nghe bài hát Private Hell

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

The fingers feel the they prod the space
Your face the face that once was so beautiful
Is still but unrecognizable, private hell

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

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

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

The shop windows reflect play a host
To a closet a picture of your fantasy
A victim of your misery and hell

at 6 o'clock you drop a cup
You see it smash inside you
You can't go on but you it up

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