Luyện nghe bài hát Ballad of Tindersticks

The first time we it
It was cheap and
The running out half-way across the Atlantic
the steward screamed and joined in it

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

turns having our photos taken
Sitting in of smoked windows
Decanters of whiskey in our hands
Drive Manhattan on a date with a starlet who's just talent
That's what pay the money to see

we to argue?
Five hours now it's been on
And still we're all of it
Can you believe all this?
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 only
Midnight, and it's all
Now it can make 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, not so unpleasant
Perhaps it's an acquired

The first time, it you sick
Then, little by little, it becomes
people
Always there to be in what you have say

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

picks up the tab
And on our way laughing
Laughing at
Los Angeles, days in
And our sense of irony's running thin

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

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

So many lying in bed shaking
Dreaming of my daughter around the supermarket
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 silent and beautiful

A guy's face hits the
Police glistening in the streetlight
Onto Melrose and lurching through a sea of Halloween
The flight's canceled, but it doesn't
We turn this corner to a way takes us wherever up to sunset
We creep up the to the Shattuck
The suite died in

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

hungry?
A team of waiters
Lay out an elaborate table for all us to
Oh, the
How used to living

And in London on a cold Friday night
Do you want drink?
Well, I try
we could make it to the Atlantic
600 yards, minutes 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 the red, velvety stairs
Limbs flaying, hands searching for to steady

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

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

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