Luyện nghe bài hát Bitter Suite

A spider aimlessly within the warmth of a shadow
Not the regal creature of border
But the poor, misguided, direction familiar
Of some obscure Scottish

The mist crawls the canal like some primordial phantom of romance
To curl, under a cascade of pollen
While I sit to the phone like an expectant father
Your will rot in a vase

A sleeps in a siding
The guzzles another can of lager, lager
To away the memories of a Friday night down at the club

She was a at sixteen
She'll be a at thirty four
Her mother her beautiful
Her said, "A whore"

The sky was Bible black in
I met the Magdalene
She was in a streetlight
She refused to her name

And a ring of bruises
They were upon her arm
Two francs for sanctuary
And she led me by the

To a room of dancing
Where all the disappears
And from tongues of candles
I heard her in my ear

"'J'entend ton coeur"
"'J'entend ton coeur"
I can hear your
I can hear heart
I can hear heart

Hear heart
I hear heart

It's late, for scribbling and scratching on the paper
gonna give under this pressure
And the are already beginning to show

too late
The weekend career girl never the plane
They said this never happen again
Oh, so wrong, so

time it seems to be another misplaced rendezvous
This time, looking like another misplaced rendezvous
you
The of you, you

On the outskirts of
On the ring to somewhere
On the verge of
I'll take the roundabout way

Waiting on the
For I was born with a habit from a
The of the windswept thumb
And the sign of the
on me