Luyện nghe bài hát Private Hell

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

The fingers feel the they prod the space
Your aging face the that once was so beautiful
Is there but unrecognizable, private 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
your eyes and think of nothing but private hell

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

The slips away in a Valium haze
And catalogues and numerous cups of
In the the weekly food
Is put in bags as you off down the high street

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

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

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