Luyện nghe bài hát Blind Curve

(fish / marillion)

A) vocal under a

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

B) passing

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

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

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

C)

Oh I remember when mylo went down
And we sat and we on the phone
I felt so alone
He was the of our own
Some of us go down in a blaze of
of us go down in a haze of publicity
The price of infamy, the edge of

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

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

D) walk

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

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

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

E)

I saw a war widow in a
Washing the from her husband's clothes
She had medals to a threadbare greatcoat
A lump in her throat cemetery eyes

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

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

I take any more, should we say goodbye
How can we
They us civilised!