Luyện nghe bài hát Bitter Suite

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

The mist from the canal like some primordial phantom of romance
To curl, under a cascade of pollen
While I sit to the phone like an expectant father
carnation 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 night at the club

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

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

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

To a room of dancing
Where all the heartache
And from tongues of candles
I her whisper in my ear

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

Hear your
I hear heart

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

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

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

On the outskirts of
On the road to somewhere
On the verge of
I'll take the roundabout way

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