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 cotton wool

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

Her patience starts to
Like a rock turns to sand
And time down to seconds
When waiting on a man

She's out the doorway while she's checking out the guy
Whose drunk imagination is 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 time breaks down to
you're waiting on a man

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

She shivers in a cold sweat that she's to ignore
As she wraps her fingers round the loose change by the phone
She needs him more than she'll 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 that no one attention
As she punches out the
As she fumbles with the
the panic still doesn't show
She prays the stay green all night
She prays the traffic doesn't
And the that tie her stomach are only butterflies

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

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

As she threads her way home through the neon washed
She with the shadows 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 lock to a fairy world
That she guards with her ghosts of familiars
Who attend to her shrine in a patchwork
Observing the ritual with silent and prayers

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

She turns up the sound on a hand radio
And drowns out the of the world that she lives in
Her conscience her witness her life is her
And the man she waiting
Is waiting to a day

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