Luyện nghe bài hát Blind Curve

(fish / marillion)

A) vocal under a

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

B) strangers

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

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

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

C)

Oh I remember toronto when mylo went
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
Some of us go down in a haze of
The price of infamy, the of insanity

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

So I about conscience and I talked about pain
And he looked out the window and it started to
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
Inviting me to a casual

D) perimeter

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

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

There's a
A childhood, my
My childhood,
A misplaced
My childhood, a childhood
Give it back to me, give it to me
A childhood, that childhood, that childhood, that childhood, that
Oh please it back to me

E)

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

I see convoys west german autobahns
to pick up a war
They're going to the score
Oh... I can't take any
I see black on factories
Soup poised on the lips of the poor
I see children with vacant 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 under nations' flags
I see children with outstretched hands, drenched in napalm, this is no vietnam

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