Luyện nghe bài hát Bitter Suite

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

The mist crawls the canal like some primordial phantom of romance
To curl, under a of neon pollen
While I sit tied to the phone like an expectant
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 night 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 in Lyon
When I met the
She was paralyzed in a
She refused to give her

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

To a of dancing shadows
Where all the disappears
And from glowing tongues of
I her whisper in my ear

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

Hear your
I hear your

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

It's too
The weekend career never boarded the plane
They said could never happen again
Oh, so wrong, so

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

On the outskirts of
On the road to somewhere
On the of indecision
always take the roundabout way

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