Luyện nghe bài hát Ballad of Tindersticks

The time 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 going to 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, so easy

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

Who're we to
hours now it's been going on
And still we're all of it
Can you really 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 sense of your own
They're only
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 or step forward
Swallowing a
Tasting it again, it's not so
Perhaps it's an acquired

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

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

picks up the tab
And we're on our way
at what?
Los Angeles, days in
And our sense of irony's running thin

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

Jesus, how long have I 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
Dreaming of pushing my daughter around the
The joy of seein' all colors and shapes reflect in her wide eyes
My leaning on the window
And driving through the empty L.A. streets
And everything silent and beautiful

A guy's face the floor
revolvers glistening in the streetlight
Onto Melrose and lurching through a sea of transvestites
The canceled, but it doesn't matter
We this corner to a way that takes us wherever up to sunset
We creep up the drive to the
The suite Belushi in

Or the one hung out the window
Oh, I'll go for
I would a hotel window-hanging, myself tonight, man
Straight to the mini-bar
Open the champagne, one sip and it's left to up to

hungry?
A team of uniformed
Lay out an elaborate for all us to ignore
Oh, the
How we're used to

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

An exclusive policy
Exclusively for
And Well, a nod of our heads, and we're inside
Falling the red, velvety stairs
Limbs flaying, searching for something to steady

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

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

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