Luyện nghe bài hát Another Murder of a Day

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

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

Her patience to crumble
Like a that 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 climbing up the ladder of her silk clad

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

Her starts to crumble
Like a rock turns to sand
And breaks down to seconds
you're waiting on a man

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

She shivers in a sweat that she's trying 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 butterflies
The goes by so slow
you're waiting on a man, waiting on a man to show.

She prays that no one pays
As she punches out the
As she fumbles the number
the panic still doesn't show
She prays the lights stay green all
She prays the traffic doesn't
And the knots that tie her are only butterflies

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

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

As she threads her way home through the 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 it's

She turns the key in a lock to a fairy tale
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 edges of a tightening circle
She arranges the photographs faded and
Memories left of her 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 witness her is her courtroom
And the man she left
Is to murder a day

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