Luyện nghe bài hát The Lovers

Up the pastures of boredom
out the sea of discontent
they in packs like hungry hounds
Up seekers of the enchantment.

They the boulevards and bars
they to wishing wells and stars
they ride the hurricane of
not back but on they go
toward the distance and
and all the while they keep
that they are and apart
the lovers, the of the heart... the lovers.

And when they off two by two
they feel are the chosen few
and though their beds are made of
they feel velvet in the night
and so the night is ending
its of distance and pretending
coz special and apart
the lovers, the of the heart... the lovers.

And when goes away
and when goes...
goodbye...
catches in their throats like
rises in hearts like rain
the good times are all forgotten
the hunt again.

They the subways and the streets
faces tired, like their feet
their bodies to be warm
and so they behind the moon
their loneliness inside growing
but they take in just knowing
that they are and apart
the lovers, the of the heart... the lovers

And when love comes
and when comes
hello...
from their throats like singing
catches in their hearts wind
the things
strangers in arms are bringing
life all right again.

They turn faces to the light
no longer in the night
so and unafraid
that can face each others faults
and though the waltz will its ending
there is no harm in just
they are special and apart
the lovers, the of the heart... the lovers.