Luyện nghe bài hát Private Hell

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

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

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

Think of Emma what she's doing
Her Terry and your grandchildren
Think of who's still at college
You him letters which he doesn't acknowledge
'Cause he don't care, they 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 food
Is put in bags as you off down the high street

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

Alone at 6 you drop a cup
You see it smash you crack
You go on but you sweep it up

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