Luyện nghe bài hát The Wound

I've done everything can be done to heal this wound
it on it's own for years

I've done everything that can be to heal this wound
Left it on own for years
Couldn't it, didn't pick it, didn't get it wet
It stop the bleeding

I bandaged it, I wrapped it, it, tourniqueted it
I held it and aching in the air
Held it til I went beserk
sleep
It didn't
Didn't it weeping

And the is your life
And your took on a life of it's own
(Or so you thought)
And your rolled on over me Bang-Bang like 56 train wheels
Every time I heard of you

And the was in every lousy song on the radio

And the pain was like a tree-fern in the dark, damp, places
Darkness didn't stop her
baby cells dividing.
Curled up unrolling day by day
Stretching up, out
Forming the same shape
Clones. There aint too much than
Clones - relentlessly emerging the hairy heart of the wound

And the fern is in it's own way
Uncurling in the
Beautiful with no one to see it
As the weeps and aches

(Now there's sad things known to the man from the planet Marzipan)