Luyện nghe bài hát When She Comes

(Hammill)

Slow in the quiet of the room;
so potent is the of her perfume
you think she's eternal,
that you she is everything...
but no-one knows she is.
Repentance for all you should have
her entrance to raise you from the dead
and you think really with you,
and you that she'll always stay,
always ready to you,
always ready to grant you her
but in her own way.
When she comes, she'll be a
dumb, you'll try to protest
as the beats out the danger...
too late, you have noticed
that the lady with the so white,
like something out of or Burne-Jones
blocked out the light
and all you owned.

Still you she's forever,
and tomorrow...
but knows where she is.
you swear that you can win her
and your prayer is she'll want you;
aware - once a saint, now a sinner
and your sins are going to you
when the lady with her skin so
like something out of Allan Poe
holds your hand so very
and you hope she'll never let go.

Easy targets, crosswords, easy life:
these key margins you balanced on the knife,
darkly.
In the end it all down to sleazy bargains.
That hidden key - you so hard to find it,
all you can conceive is the effort to be
even now you need to be
that La Belle is without mercy.
The lady her skin so white -
you never did quite her name -
now she you in the night
and never let go again,
never let go again.