Luyện nghe bài hát Another Murder of a Day

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

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

Her patience starts to
a rock that turns to sand
And time breaks to seconds
When you're 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 burning up the hours she killed
In murder of a day

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

It seems so since yesterday
The time goes by so
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 fingers round the loose 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 attention
As she punches out the
As she fumbles the number
the panic still doesn't show
She prays the stay green all night
She the traffic doesn't slow
And the knots that tie her stomach are only

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

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

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

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

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

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

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