Luyện nghe bài hát Another Murder of a Day

She dreams china behind her eyes of china blue
Her future wrapped in velvet and her memories in warm cotton wool

And the grounds
Are the hours that she killed
In another of a day

Her patience to crumble
Like a rock that turns to
And breaks down to seconds
you're waiting on a man

She's checking out the doorway she's checking out the guy
Whose imagination is climbing up the ladder of her silk clad thigh

And the
Are burning up the that she killed
In murder of a day

Her patience starts to
Like a that turns to sand
And breaks down to seconds
you're waiting on a man

It so long since yesterday
The time goes by so
When you're waiting on a man, waiting on a man to

She shivers in a cold sweat that trying to ignore
As she wraps her shaking round the loose change by the phone
She needs him more than she'll admit and more than need to know,
She the knots that tie her stomach are only butterflies
The time by so slow
When waiting on a man, waiting on a man to show.

She that no one pays attention
As she punches out the
As she fumbles with the
the panic still doesn't show
She prays the lights stay green all
She the traffic doesn't slow
And the knots tie her stomach are only butterflies

butterflies, fly by every day
While your on a man, waiting on a man to show

There he stands behind the
She for her coat to go
And she away in a dream
She wanders to a dream

As she threads her way home through the neon alleyways
She flirts with the shadows and skirts the victims
Of a night sleep through the day
That casts out it's refugees and out it's debris

She turns the key in a lock to a fairy world
That she guards with her ghosts of faithful
Who attend to her shrine in a cathedral
Observing the ritual silent compassion and prayers

On the edges of a tightening circle
She arranges the faded and yellowing
Memories left of her and her family
turned to the wall

She up the sound on a second hand radio
And drowns out the of the world that she lives in
Her conscience her her life is her courtroom
And the man she left
Is to murder a day

(written by tony banks and fish, the 1991 album 'still' by tony banks, virgin, tcv 2658)