Luyện nghe bài hát Ballad of Tindersticks

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

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

turns having our photos taken
Sitting in of smoked windows
Decanters of whiskey in our hands
Drive into Manhattan on a date with a starlet just talent
That's 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 lie in bed at night and marvel at his own genius?

When do you the ability to step back
And get a of your own ridiculousness?
only songs
Midnight, and all over
Now it can really make us

We're standing on our heads sours of Crystel Schnapps
Now unable to step back or step forward
a swallow
Tasting it again, 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 heads
Already half-way the champagne
On our way to the place dry
A $2,000 bar

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

An exclusive policy
for arseholes
And tonight? Well, a nod of our heads, and we're
Falling down the red, stairs
Limbs flaying, hands searching for something to

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

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

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