Luyện nghe bài hát Kill The Messenger

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

I have seen you in fluttering dress
And your dry of steel
As dragging your red rowing boat
'Cross the fields

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

Sometimes the of life
Hits lightening washing everything clear
And these dimmers of doubt
And out and disappear

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

They are out one righteous hand
the other leads the marching band
In the shadow hymn of the man
Heed the message, kill the

Oh Jane, I heard you love
Wriggling up from the mud on the of Granville
Oh but Jane, in the of an eye
The naysayers fly the hounds at your heels

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

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

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

They are in the sleight of hand
are dancers and they step so grand
To the of Shadowland
Heed the message, kill the