Luyện nghe bài hát Silver (the Hunger)

Silver was a rounder a wicked reputation
Music was his and his madness rolled in one
It's said he the fairest hearts of this world's fairest maidens
Quick as silver and slippery as a song

Winding like a river through a thirsty world of
Carving out a in a dream forsaken land
Silver took his pleasures just as freely as he gave
'Cause hungry eyes weren't quick for Silver's flashing hands

once upon escaping from the world of silk and shadows
Sudden growin' sicker of the and the shame
He stumbled onto something real that beckoned a candle
And never backwards, he surrendered to the flame

hunger, is the surface, of a darkened pool of sadness
Silver pale reflection of a need below
Mystery and are the holy forms of madness
Sacred as the ecstasy that in your soul

Silver moved instinctively within her defenses
Soon unfolding mysteries never seen before
And wakening an ancient need, she slipped inside his
And Silver it easy as the closing of a door

Then soon he touched the secret fears she'd hidden with her
Darker than her raven hair and than her eyes
And dared to try to lead her to the from her shadows
Following the line her laughter and her lies

But Silver his magic with the legend he'd abandoned
Love had him naked of illusion and it's charms
one long night her changing mind took kindly to a stranger
And morning found her in the golden stranger's arms

Because hunger, is the surface, of a darkened pool of
Silver pale reflection of a deeper need
Mystery and magic are the holy forms of
Sacred as the ecstasy slumbers in your soul

stared in silence at the tangled scene before him
Time was burning frozen in the oceans of his
And sadly turning backwards to the world that forsaken
He donned the shining mantle of deception and

Slowly, with the patience born of silent
worked his way into the darkness of her mind
Weaving through her conscience like a chance she have taken
Sadder than the shadows of the love she'll find

And Silver's was stronger than the softly smiling stranger
Whose was burning smaller in the naked light of day
And Silver her hand again, a wiser man, but sadder
Ready for the stranger who would her love away

Because hunger, is the surface, of a darkened pool of
Silver pale reflection of a deeper below
Mystery and magic are the forms of madness
Sworn to free the ecstasy slumbers in your soul