Luyện nghe bài hát Marshall Law

is monsters.
Tits out, wet-mouthed, back.
and screaming just to prove they exist.

Becky's at the bar with the mix
Of decadent fabrics and lighting.
Everybody has got a hyphenated second name. Blowing more breeze
Than the wind at the vane.

Industry slimeballs, big-deals.
The new band with the retro feel,
It's the wrap for their video.
Becky in it.
The director, Law,
to toe in yellow velour,
Is holding court the science of image
the sycophants giggle and grimace.
Becky fidgets, herself,
'Must stop so cynical,
here is a human,
Even pitiful posturing pop stars and idiots.'
She herself to look again -
is hideous.

So while Marshall Law is wanking on about his artwork She at the guy opposite,
eyes, dark shirt.
He raises his eyebrows in the of Marshall.
'My Becky,' she says,
'What's

She was like nothing that seen before.
Strong body, edges, with something so raw
In the of her iris.
He his name, 'Harry'.
And never in his life had he so happy.
got talking,
Free bar. decorum
He drank until she was so
He out the party.
The floor spun, he stared at her and felt sure, Something was happening here.

He was nervous,
His eyes doing circuits of the room.
He drank as fast as they serve him,
Then this dude over,
Sticks out a hand,
And Harry at her
Like he's just found in quicksand.
He gives this guy a wrap, they hands
Sweaty cash between palms,
No fuss. bash, yes, bosh.
He at her guiltily,
She it off, smiling
'You a shotter then,
I care.'

'Becky, all I ever wanted was a of my own.'
His eyes, and trusting,
He's staring at her, for something to click.
He is opening up. is it.
'A real place, the whole bit,
a speakeasy, right?
Chandeliers and
That off of the glasses
No hype, and no arseholes.
Instead of rotting our out
In old boozers
We can be grown men, to music,
Real music. Played heart by real bands,
Not posers looking like they're
blowjobs to mic stands.
And be in a waistcoat, dead grand.
Place.
Or, at least, the plan.'

She was listening,
not listening.
Kept getting by the lights flickering.
He looks like an outline that filling in.
He leans in close, whispering:

'The is, and it's weird,
I felt so able,
To like this to anybody, ever,
Becky, I've been really feeling the pressure.
I can't tell you how it is
To get off my chest.'

holding tight to her glass.
Good coke, fast.
She watches his as he talks.
bump on her fingertips
Expert. snort.
Sucking on a cigarette, feeling bored.

true if you believe it.
The is the world
But all how you see it.
One man's of lightning ripping through the air
Is passing glare, hardly there.
It's true if you it.
The world is the
But all how you see it.
One man's of lightning ripping through the air
Is passing glare, hardly there.

'If I'm honest, well it is,
It's a trap,
I ain't to be flash
I just need to raise the for the dream.
I hardly touch it
Look, it that
But once I set a task,
Well, there no going back.
And I am there,
I am, nearly, anyway,
The is,
I had to push all of my friends away.
I can't have
what I'm up to
I keep it very secret but the is
I would to,
for one day,
You know, live like any guy.
I can't a girlfriend, you see
'Cause I don't to lie.
safer all round
That I just keep my down.
And, yeah, the is booming,
Yeah, the business is booming.
But my family think I work in
So, I get up morning
And I put a shirt and on
And I get on a train, I go up town.
all professional users.
I sell in the and not the boozers
To, like, CEOs and these day Scrooges
Who get secretaries to bring me coffee,
so stupid.
Meant to be hard times, right, a
But these guys are buying than ever, I reckon
And I...

He's got eyes,
Shame his issues, though.
The pushes on, her cynicism's getting vicious, Show nothing,
smiling.

She the eye of her mates,
They're by the bar
in a state.
Nod for me'
understand, dance over,
Put their arms her shoulders -
'Becky, bored, let's go'.
His mouth to a stop,
He seems to his composure,
She at him
'Yeah, was getting to know ya.'

No, not that, don't leave.
Please.
make her go, we've just got started.

Their are bare, their feet are planted
smirking at him like he's dirt,
And now his is
Damp with the of
Finding and
This girl.
He feels with confusion, like
What had he
How had he talked?
He them walk to the doors
His roars.

In the back of the cab, the sit there giggling
The driver lets them out of the window
So shivering.
They pass a bottle of wine and forth
Let it clash their teeth.
The cab moves fast the streets.
'Who was guy you was with?'
Becky her head softly,
I don't know, probably alright,
But I could tell he was one of "save me" types,
And I couldn't be dealing that.
Not tonight.'