Luyện nghe bài hát Ballad of Tindersticks

The first time we it
It was and cramped
The vodka running out across the Atlantic
Even the steward screamed and in it

We didn't think we were going to it
Now stretched out in wide, furry seats
through menus
A walk to the bar and there's as much champagne
As we can drink, so easy

Taking turns having our photos
Sitting in of smoked windows
Decanters of cheap whiskey in our
Drive into Manhattan on a with a starlet who's just talent
That's what 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 really believe all
Can he really lie in bed at and marvel at his own genius?

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

We're standing on our heads sours of Crystel Schnapps
Now we're unable to step back or step
a swallow
Tasting it again, it's not so
Perhaps it's an taste

The first time, it makes you
Then, little by little, it 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 the champagne
On our way to the place 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 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 last of the martinis dribble down our
sittin', chasin' the conservation around the table

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

So many nights lying in bed
Dreaming of pushing my daughter around the
The joy of all those colors and shapes reflect in her wide eyes
My leaning on the window
And driving through the empty L.A. streets
And everything seems and beautiful

A guy's face hits the
Police glistening in the streetlight
Melrose and lurching through a sea of Halloween transvestites
The canceled, but it doesn't matter
We turn this corner to a way that takes us up to sunset
We creep up the drive to the
The Belushi died in

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

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

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

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

ourselves up, nothing broken
Just in the morning
No one to notice
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
Drunken
You shiver, it you feel sick

We use the rent to pay the bill
Bumping shoulders, we stumble out into
Slipping the sleeping bags
for taxis