Luyện nghe bài hát Ballad of Tindersticks

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

We think we were going to make it
Now we're stretched out in wide, seats
Flicking through
A to the bar and there's as much screw-top champagne
As we can drink, so easy

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

Who're we to
Five now it's been going on
And still watchin' all of it
Can you believe 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 own ridiculousness?
They're 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
a swallow
Tasting it again, it's not so
Perhaps an acquired taste

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

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

Showbiz up the tab
And we're on our way
Laughing at
Los Angeles, days in
And our sense of irony's pretty thin

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

Jesus, how long have I been in 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 lying in bed
Dreaming of pushing my around the supermarket
The joy of seein' all colors and shapes reflect in her wide eyes
My leaning on the window
And we're driving through the empty L.A.
And everything seems and beautiful

A face hits the floor
Police revolvers 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 to the Shattuck
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 to the mini-bar
Open the champagne, one sip and it's to wake up to

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

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

An exclusive door
Exclusively for
And tonight? Well, a nod of our heads, and we're
down the red, velvety stairs
Limbs flaying, hands searching for something to

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

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

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