Luyện nghe bài hát Another Murder of a Day

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

And the grounds
Are burying the that she killed
In murder of a day

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

She's checking out the doorway while she's 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 rock that turns to
And time down to seconds
When you're on a man

It so long since yesterday
The time 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 wraps her shaking round the loose change by the phone
She needs him more she'll admit and more than others need to know,
She the knots that tie her stomach are only butterflies
The time goes by so
When you're on a man, waiting on a man to show.

She prays that no one attention
As she out the call
As she with the number
That the still doesn't show
She prays the lights stay all night
She the traffic doesn't slow
And the knots that tie her are only butterflies

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

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

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

She turns the key in a lock to a tale world
That she guards with her ghosts of familiars
Who attend to her shrine in a patchwork
the ritual with silent compassion and prayers

On the edges of a tightening circle
She arranges the photographs faded and
Memories left of her friends and her
Respectfully to the wall

She turns up the sound on a second hand
And drowns out the noise of the world she lives in
Her conscience her witness her is her courtroom
And the man she waiting
Is to murder a day

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