Luyện nghe bài hát Blind Curve

1) vocal a bloodlight

night you said I was cold, untouchable
A lonely piece of action from town
I just want to be free, I'm to be lonely
Can't you stay
Just leave me alone my thoughts.
Just a runaway, a runaway,
I'm myself.

2) strangers

Strung out below a of carnival lights
Cold moan, on the crest of the night
I'm too to fight

So now we're passing strangers, at single
Still to get over,
Still trying to write love songs for strangers
All passing strangers.

And the twinkling lies, all those lies,
with the wet ink on the paper.

3)

Oh I remember toronto mylo went down,
And we sat and on the phone
I felt so alone,
He was the of our own
Some of us go down in a blaze of
of us go down in a haze of publicity
The of infamy, the edge of insanity

holiday inn, another temporary home,
And an interviewer threatened me a microphone,
to me, won't you tell me your stories.'

So I talked about conscience and I talked pain
And he out the window and it started to rain
I maybe I've already gone crazy.
So I for a bottle and he reached for the door,
And I picked up the sleeping pills on the floor
Inviting me to a obscenity.

4) perimeter

It be incredible if we could
Retrace all the that we lived here
All the
Wasted, I've never been so
I've been this far out before

walk.
There's a here.
I feel could been ancient,
I could been mystical

a presence,
A childhood, my childhood,
My childhood, childhood, a childhood,
My childhood, a childhood,
Give it back to me, it back to me.
A childhood, childhood, that childhood,
That childhood, that
Oh give it back to me.

5)

I saw a war in a launderette,
Washing the memories from her husband's
She had pinned to a threadbare greatcoat
A lump in her throat with eyes

I see convoys curbcrawling west german
Trying to up a war
going to even the score
Oh... I can't take any
I see black on factories,
Soup ladles poised on the lips of the
I see with vacant stares,
for rape in the alleyways
Does anybody care, I can't any more
Should we say hey

I see priests,
The heroes in black body-bags under nations' flags
I see children pleading with hands,
Drenched in napalm, this is no

I can't any more, should we say goodbye,
How can we
call us civilised...