Luyện nghe bài hát Leeds Road 3am

The is over and the strings of coloured lights
are blowing crazy in the wind
One bulb loose, shatters on the ground
The empty streets pick up the sound, it echoes a tiny gunshot
ringing the damp and through the silence
Water trickles slowly like the of troubles only half washed away
the wire the watchman doing nights sits beside a wall of screens
but he's not watching - gazing the steam rising from his cup of coffee
locked away inside
Staring into the light of a world.

the top of Sandford Road, there's a parked Mondeo in the shadows
The lighting of a cigarette illuminates four faces not talking, just
The man in the passenger seat holds the phone to his ear
listens to a voice giving the details
in the back the boy with the long hair
stares out through the misty glass into the dark
and into the light of a world

Three down the restaurant is empty, 3am weeknights, dead-time
The owner came here years ago and never lost the dream of home
but knows he will
In the kitchen his son head in hands thinks about leaving
Anywhere - somewhere that's not here
Doesn't up or see the Mondeo passing outside
He's staring into the a different world
There's a couple in a red car coming late on the inner ring
not talking or to the music just lost in their own thoughts
The shoots the lights at sixty-five
Swerves, catches the red car spins and rolls
Lands upside in a crumple of metal and shattered glass
The girl sits trapped inside watching new blood trickle her shoulder
Turns to see her slumped against the dash
as a little gathers round
'Make him up, make him wake up' she's screaming
'Make him wake up, him wake up' and now she's pushing at him
him wake up, make him wake up'
But gone
Staring into the light of a different
Gazing into the of a different world