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 wrapped in warm wool

And the coffee
Are burying the hours she killed
In another of a day

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

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

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

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

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

She shivers in a cold sweat that she's trying to
As she wraps her shaking fingers the loose change by the phone
She him more than she'll admit and more than others need to know,
She hopes the knots that tie her stomach are only
The goes by so slow
When you're waiting on a man, on a man to show.

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

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

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

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

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

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

She turns up the on a second hand radio
And out the noise of the world that she lives in
Her conscience her witness her 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)