Luyện nghe bài hát Kill The Messenger

Jane, it sure looks like
These Canadian and their windblown hair
Oh Jane, the colored clouds
The smell of the in the ripening air

I seen you in your fluttering dress
And dry face of steel
As you're dragging red rowing boat
'Cross the forever

See Jane, something's gone dead inside my
There's nothing but
Oh Jane, the of grief, the tears of relief
Seem ages from

Sometimes the of life
Hits like lightening everything clear
And these dimmers of flicker
And out and disappear

But Jane, is a luxury
There are those of a little faith, it
And beg for truth like charity
And I see on every street corner

They are holding out one righteous
While the other leads the marching
In the shadow of the scratch man
Heed the message, the messenger

Oh Jane, I heard you found
Wriggling up the mud on the shores of Granville
Oh but Jane, in the of an eye
The naysayers fly like the at your heels

Oh Jane, now they'll your name
And you feel the chains, you won't see the moss
Oh Jane, an art to the game
The of love, the athletics of loss

someone drifts by
And our nets get in the sea
And in time I find
They still something to me

But Jane, is a luxury
There are of a little faith in me
And they pull me like gravity
And I see them on street corner

They are masters in the sleight of
They are and they step so grand
To the shibboleth of
the message, kill the messenger