Luyện nghe bài hát Another Murder of a Day

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She shivers in a sweat that she's 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 others need to know,
She hopes the 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 out the call
As she fumbles with the
That the panic still show
She prays the lights green all night
She the traffic doesn't slow
And the that tie her stomach are only butterflies

Only butterflies, fly by day
While your 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 wanders to a dream

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

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

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

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

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