Luyện nghe bài hát Blind Curve

(fish / marillion)

A) vocal a bloodlight

Last night you I was cold, untouchable
A lonely piece of action another town
I just to be free, I'm happy to be lonely
you stay away?
Just leave me alone with my
Just a runaway, just a runaway, I'm saving

B) passing

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

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

And the twinkling lies, all those lies
with the wet ink on the paper

C)

Oh I remember toronto when mylo down
And we sat and we cried on the
I never so alone
He was the of our own
Some of us go down in a of obscurity
of us go down in a haze of publicity
The price of infamy, the of insanity

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

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

D) walk

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

Perimeter
There's a presence
I feel could have been ancient, I could been mystical

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

E)

I saw a war in a launderette
the memories from her husband's clothes
She had pinned to a threadbare greatcoat
A in her throat with cemetery eyes

I see convoys curbcrawling west autobahns
Trying to up a war
They're going to even the
Oh... I can't take any
I see flags on factories
Soup poised on the lips of the poor
I see children with stares, destined for rape in the alleyways
anybody care, I can't take any more!
Should we say
Hey

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

I can't take any more, should we say
How can we
They us civilised!