Luyện nghe bài hát Ballad of Tindersticks

The first we flew it
It was and cramped
The vodka running out half-way across the
Even the screamed and joined in it

We didn't think we were to make it
Now we're stretched out in wide, seats
Flicking menus
A walk to the bar and there's as screw-top champagne
As we can drink, so easy

turns having our photos taken
Sitting in front of smoked
of cheap whiskey in our hands
Drive into Manhattan on a date with a starlet who's talent
That's what people pay the to see

we to argue?
Five hours now it's been on
And still watchin' all of it
Can you really all this?
Can he lie in bed at night and marvel at his own genius?

When do you lose the ability to back
And get a sense of own ridiculousness?
only songs
Midnight, and it's all
Now it can really make us

We're standing on our heads drinking of Crystel Schnapps
Now we're unable to step back or step
Swallowing a
it again, it's not so unpleasant
Perhaps it's an acquired

The time, it makes you sick
Then, by little, it becomes delicious
people
Always to be interested in what you have say

We are artists, we are sensitive and
We nod our earnestly
Already half-way down the
On our way to the place dry
A $2,000 bar

Showbiz up the tab
And on our way laughing
at what?
Los Angeles, days in
And our sense of irony's pretty thin

All the friends made
It's 2 a.m., closing time at the Dresden
Marty and play one last sleepy "Strangers in the Night"
And the last of the dribble down our chins
We're sittin', the conservation around the table

Jesus, how long have I been in this
The limousine's still waiting
you want to do?
Anywhere you to go?
on our way to the airport and a plane to Vegas

So many nights in bed shaking
Dreaming of pushing my daughter around the
The joy of seein' all colors and shapes reflect in her wide eyes
My head on the window
And we're driving the empty L.A. streets
And everything seems and beautiful

A guy's hits the floor
Police revolvers glistening in the
Onto Melrose and lurching through a sea of transvestites
The flight's canceled, but it matter
We turn this to a way that takes us wherever up to sunset
We creep up the drive to the
The suite Belushi in

Or the one Morrison out the window
Oh, I'll go for
I fancy a hotel window-hanging, myself tonight, man
Straight over to the
the champagne, one sip and it's left to wake up to

hungry?
A of uniformed waiters
Lay out an elaborate table for all us to
Oh, the
How used to living

And back in on a cold Friday night
Do you want another
Well, I try
Perhaps we could make it to the
600 yards, twenty later
We're pushing through the crowd, all fish eyes

An door policy
Exclusively for
And tonight? Well, a nod of our heads, and inside
Falling down the red, velvety
flaying, hands searching for something to steady

Pick ourselves up, broken
Just in the morning
No one to notice
I find a table, arrives

been so drunk, I sit and look at you
We try and talk for the time in a long time
Drunken
You shiver, it made you sick

We use the rent money to pay the
Bumping shoulders, we stumble out into
Slipping over the bags
Shouting for