Luyện nghe bài hát Ballad of Tindersticks

The first time we 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 going to make it
Now stretched out in wide, furry seats
Flicking through
A walk to the bar and there's as much champagne
As we can drink, we're so

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

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

When do you lose the ability to step
And get a of your own ridiculousness?
They're only
Midnight, and it's all
Now it can make us laugh

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

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

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

Showbiz up the tab
And on our way laughing
Laughing at
Los Angeles, eight in
And our sense of irony's running pretty

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

Jesus, how long I been in this state?
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 lying in bed
of pushing my daughter around the supermarket
The joy of seein' all those and shapes reflect in her wide eyes
My head on the window
And driving through the empty L.A. streets
And everything seems and beautiful

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

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

Anyone
A team of uniformed
Lay out an table for all us to ignore
Oh, the
How we're to living

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

An exclusive door
Exclusively for
And tonight? Well, a nod of our heads, and we're
down the red, velvety stairs
Limbs flaying, hands searching for to steady

Pick ourselves up, nothing
Just in the morning
No one seems to
I a table, champagne arrives

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

We use the rent money to pay the
Bumping shoulders, we out into Soho
Slipping over the sleeping
for taxis