Luyện nghe bài hát The Lovers

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

They the boulevards and bars
they to wishing wells and stars
they the hurricane of hope
not looking back but on go
toward the and deceiving
and all the while keep believing
that they are special and
the lovers, the of the heart... the lovers.

And when pair off two by two
they feel they are the few
and though their beds are of straw
they like velvet in the night
and so the is never ending
its made of distance and
coz theyre and apart
the lovers, the of the heart... the lovers.

And love goes away
and love goes...
goodbye...
in their throats like cotton
rises in their like rain
the times suddenly are all forgotten
the hunt again.

They search the subways and the
their faces tired, like feet
bodies aching to be warm
and so they hide the moon
loneliness inside them growing
but they take comfort in knowing
that are special and apart
the lovers, the lovers of the heart... the

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

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