Luyện nghe bài hát Ballad of Tindersticks

The time we flew it
It was cheap and
The running out half-way across the Atlantic
Even the steward screamed and in it

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

Taking turns having our photos
in front of smoked windows
Decanters of cheap in our hands
Drive into Manhattan on a date with a starlet who's talent
what people pay the money to see

Who're we to
Five hours now it's going on
And still we're all of it
Can you believe all this?
Can he really lie in bed at night and at his own genius?

When do you the ability to step back
And get a sense of own ridiculousness?
They're songs
Midnight, and all over
Now it can really us laugh

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

The first time, it makes you
Then, little by little, it becomes
Showbiz
Always there to be interested in you have say

We are artists, we are and important
We nod our heads
half-way down the champagne
On our way to leaving the dry
A $2,000 bar

Showbiz up the tab
And we're on our way
Laughing at
Los Angeles, days in
And our sense of irony's pretty thin

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

Jesus, how long have I in this state?
The limousine's waiting outside
Anything you to do?
you want to go?
We're on our way to the and a plane to Vegas

So many lying in bed shaking
Dreaming of pushing my daughter around the
The joy of seein' all those colors and shapes reflect in her eyes
My leaning on the window
And we're driving through the L.A. streets
And everything silent and beautiful

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

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

Anyone
A team of waiters
Lay out an table for all us to ignore
Oh, the
How used to living

And back in on a cold Friday night
Do you want another
Well, I try
Perhaps we make it to the Atlantic
600 yards, twenty minutes
pushing through the waiting crowd, all fish eyes

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

Pick up, nothing broken
aches in the morning
No one seems to
I find a table, arrives

I've so drunk, I sit and look at you
We try and talk for the time in a long time
confession
You shiver, it you feel sick

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