Luyện nghe bài hát Marshall Law

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

at the bar with the usual mix
Of fabrics and desolate lighting.
Everybody here has got a second name. Blowing more breeze
Than the wind at the vane.

Industry slimeballs, big-deals.
The cool new with the retro feel,
the wrap party for their video.
Becky in it.
The director, Law,
Head to toe in velour,
Is holding court about the of image
While the sycophants and grimace.
fidgets, tells herself,
'Must stop so cynical,
here is a human,
Even these pitiful pop stars and idiots.'
She tells herself to look -
is hideous.

So while Marshall Law is wanking on his artwork She smiles at the guy opposite,
eyes, dark shirt.
He his eyebrows in the direction of Marshall.
'My Becky,' she says,
yours?'

She was like nothing he'd seen before.
Strong body, soft edges, with so raw
In the of her iris.
He his name, 'Harry'.
And in his life had he felt so happy.
got talking,
Free bar. Exhausting
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 kept circuits of the room.
He drank as fast as they could him,
Then this comes over,
out a thick hand,
And Harry at her
Like just found himself in quicksand.
He gives this guy a wrap, they shake
Sweaty cash between palms,
No fuss. bash, yes, bosh.
He at her guiltily,
She waved it off,
'You a shotter then,
I care.'

'Becky, all I wanted was a place of my own.'
His eyes, and trusting,
He's at her, desperate for something to click.
He is up. This 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,
music. Played with heart by real bands,
Not just posers looking like
Giving to mic stands.
And I'll be in a waistcoat, grand.
Place.
Or, at least, the plan.'

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

thing is, and it's weird,
I never so able,
To talk like to anybody, ever,
Recently Becky, been really feeling the pressure.
I can't you how good it is
To get off my chest.'

Becky's tight to her glass.
coke, brain fast.
She watches his as he talks.
Little on her fingertips
Expert. snort.
Sucking on a cigarette, feeling bored.

It's if you believe it.
The is the world
But all how you see it.
One flash of lightning ripping through the air
Is another's passing glare, there.
It's if you believe it.
The world is the
But all how you see it.
One man's flash of lightning 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 need to raise the cash for the dream.
I touch it myself
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 have nobody
what I'm up to
I keep it secret but the thing is
I would to,
for one day,
You know, live like any guy.
I can't a girlfriend, you see
I don't like to lie.
It's safer all
That I just my head down.
And, yeah, the is booming,
Yeah, the is really booming.
But my think I work in recruitment
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 in the boardrooms and not the boozers
To, like, CEOs and these day Scrooges
Who get secretaries to bring me coffee,
so stupid.
Meant to be times, right, a recession?
But these are buying more 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 around her shoulders -
'Becky, bored, let's go'.
His mouth to a stop,
He to lose his composure,
She at him
'Yeah, was nice to know ya.'

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

Their teeth are bare, their are planted
Their smirking at him like dirt,
And now his is
with the fury of
Finding and
miracle girl.
He weak with confusion, like
What had he
How long had he
He them walk to the doors
His roars.

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