Luyện nghe bài hát Private Hell

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

The fingers feel the lines prod the space
Your face 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 as usual
Your interest has waned you feel the
The bed springs snap on the he lies upon you
Close your eyes and think of nothing but hell

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

The morning slips in a Valium haze
And and numerous cups of coffee
In the the weekly food
Is put in as you float off down the high street

The shop windows play a nameless host
To a ghost a picture of your fantasy
A victim of your misery and Private

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

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