Luyện nghe bài hát Another Murder of a Day

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

And the coffee
Are burying the hours that she
In murder of a day

Her patience to crumble
Like a rock turns to sand
And time breaks down to
When waiting on a man

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

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

Her patience to crumble
Like a that turns to sand
And time down to seconds
When waiting on a man

It seems so long yesterday
The goes by so slow
When waiting on a man, waiting on a man to show

She shivers in a cold sweat that trying to ignore
As she her shaking fingers round the loose change by the phone
She needs him more than she'll admit and than others 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 prays that no one attention
As she out the call
As she fumbles the number
That the panic still show
She prays the lights stay green all
She prays the traffic slow
And the knots that tie her are only butterflies

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

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

As she threads her way home through the neon washed
She flirts with the shadows and round the victims
Of a that'll sleep through the day
That casts out refugees and throws out it's debris

She turns the key in a lock to a fairy tale
she guards with her ghosts of faithful familiars
Who to her shrine in a patchwork cathedral
Observing the ritual with silent compassion and

On the candlelit of a tightening circle
She the photographs faded and yellowing
left of her friends and her family
Respectfully turned to the

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

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