Luyện nghe bài hát Blind Curve

1) under a bloodlight

Last you said I was cold, untouchable
A lonely piece of action another town
I just want to be free, I'm to be lonely
Can't you stay
leave me alone with my thoughts.
Just a runaway, a runaway,
I'm myself.

2) passing

Strung out below a necklace of lights
Cold moan, held on the crest of the
I'm too tired to

So now we're strangers, at single tables
Still to get over,
Still trying to write love songs for passing
All passing strangers.

And the lies, all those twinkling lies,
Sparkle the wet ink on the paper.

3)

Oh I remember toronto when mylo down,
And we sat and cried on the
I felt so alone,
He was the of our own
Some of us go down in a of obscurity
Some of us go down in a of publicity
The of infamy, the edge of insanity

holiday inn, another temporary home,
And an threatened me with a microphone,
'talk to me, won't you tell me stories.'

So I talked about and I talked about pain
And he out the window and it started to rain
I maybe I've already gone crazy.
So I reached for a and he reached for the door,
And I picked up the pills crushed on the floor
me to a casual obscenity.

4) walk

It would be if we could
Retrace all the times we lived here
All the
Wasted, I've never so wasted
I've never been far out before

walk.
There's a here.
I feel could have ancient,
I could been mystical

a presence,
A childhood, my childhood,
My childhood, childhood, a childhood,
My childhood, a childhood,
Give it back to me, it back to me.
A childhood, that childhood, childhood,
That childhood, childhood
Oh please give it to me.

5)

I saw a war in a launderette,
Washing the memories from her clothes
She had medals pinned to a greatcoat
A lump in her throat with eyes

I see curbcrawling west german autobahns
to pick up a war
They're going to the score
Oh... I can't any more
I see flags on factories,
Soup ladles poised on the lips of the
I see children with stares,
Destined for rape in the
Does anybody care, I take any more
we say goodbye? hey

I see priests,
The heroes in black plastic body-bags under nations'
I see pleading with outstretched hands,
in napalm, this is no vietnam

I take any more, should we say goodbye,
How can we
call us civilised...