Luyện nghe bài hát Another Murder of a Day

She dreams china white behind her eyes of china
Her future wrapped in velvet and her memories wrapped in 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
you're waiting on a man

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

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

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

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

She shivers in a cold sweat that she's to ignore
As she wraps her shaking round the loose change by the phone
She needs him more than she'll 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 waiting on a man, on a man to show.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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