Luyện nghe bài hát Bitter Suite

A spider aimlessly within the warmth of a shadow
Not the regal creature of border
But the poor, misguided, direction familiar
Of obscure Scottish poet

The mist crawls from the canal like some primordial of romance
To curl, under a of neon pollen
I sit tied to the phone like an expectant father
Your will rot in a vase

A train sleeps in a
The guzzles another can of lager, lager
To wash away the memories of a Friday down at the club

She was a wallflower at
She'll be a at thirty four
Her calls her beautiful
Her said, "A whore"

The sky was Bible black in
I met the Magdalene
She was in a streetlight
She refused to give her

And a ring of bruises
They pinned upon her arm
Two hundred for sanctuary
And she led me by the

To a room of shadows
Where all the disappears
And glowing tongues of candles
I heard her in my ear

"'J'entend ton coeur"
"'J'entend ton coeur"
I can hear your
I can your heart
I can hear heart

Hear your
I hear heart

It's getting late, for scribbling and on the paper
Something's gonna under this pressure
And the are already beginning to show

too late
The weekend career girl boarded the plane
said this could never happen again
Oh, so wrong, so

This time it seems to be misplaced rendezvous
This time, it's like another misplaced rendezvous
you
The of you, you

On the of nowhere
On the ring to somewhere
On the verge of
I'll always take the way

Waiting on the
For I was born a habit from a sign
The habit of the windswept
And the sign of the
on me