Luyện nghe bài hát Ballad of Tindersticks

The first we flew it
It was cheap and
The vodka out half-way across the Atlantic
Even the steward and joined in it

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

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

Who're we to
Five now it's been 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?

do you lose the ability to step back
And get a sense of own ridiculousness?
only songs
Midnight, and it's all
Now it can really make us

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Or the one hung out the window
Oh, go for Jim's
I would fancy a hotel window-hanging, tonight, man
Straight to the mini-bar
Open the champagne, one sip and it's left to 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 on a cold Friday night
Do you want another
Well, I try
Perhaps we make it to the Atlantic
600 yards, twenty later
We're pushing through the waiting crowd, all eyes

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

ourselves up, nothing broken
Just aches in the
No one to notice
I find a table, arrives

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

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