Luyện nghe bài hát Another Murder of a Day

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

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

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

She's checking out the doorway while checking out the guy
Whose drunk imagination is 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
you're waiting on a man

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

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

She prays no one pays attention
As she out the call
As she with the number
the panic still doesn't show
She the lights stay green all night
She prays the traffic slow
And the knots that tie her 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 away to a

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

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

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

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 is her courtroom
And the man she waiting
Is to murder a day

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