Luyện nghe bài hát Kill The Messenger

Jane, it looks like rain
These plains and their windblown hair
Oh Jane, the colored clouds
The of the ground in the ripening air

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

See Jane, something's dead inside my head
nothing but fear
Oh Jane, the rivers of grief, the tears of
Seem ages here

Sometimes the beauty of
Hits like washing everything clear
And these dimmers of flicker
And out and disappear

But Jane, that is a
There are those of a little faith, it
And they beg for truth like
And I see them on every street

They are holding out one hand
While the other leads the band
In the hymn of the scratch man
Heed the message, the messenger

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

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

Sometimes someone by
And our get entwined in the sea
And in time I might
They still mean to me

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

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