Luyện nghe bài hát Ballad of Tindersticks

The first time we it
It was and cramped
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 we're stretched out in wide, furry
Flicking through
A walk to the bar and there's as much screw-top
As we can drink, we're so

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

we to argue?
Five now it's been going on
And still we're all of it
Can you really all this?
Can he really lie in bed at night and marvel at his own

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

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

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

We are artists, we are sensitive and
We nod our heads
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
Laughing at
Los Angeles, days in
And our of irony's running pretty thin

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

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

So nights lying in bed shaking
Dreaming of pushing my around the supermarket
The joy of seein' all those colors and shapes in her wide eyes
My head leaning on the
And we're through the empty L.A. streets
And everything seems and beautiful

A face hits the floor
Police glistening in the streetlight
Onto Melrose and lurching through a sea of Halloween
The flight's canceled, but it matter
We turn this corner to a way takes us wherever up to sunset
We creep up the drive to the
The suite died in

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

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

And in London on a cold Friday night
Do you another drink?
Well, I try
Perhaps we make it to the Atlantic
600 yards, minutes later
We're pushing through the 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 something to

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

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

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