Luyện nghe bài hát Blind Curve

1) under a bloodlight

Last night you said I was cold,
A piece of action from another town
I just want to be free, I'm happy to be
Can't you away?
Just leave me with my thoughts.
a runaway, just a runaway,
I'm myself.

2) strangers

Strung out below a necklace of carnival
Cold moan, held on the of the night
I'm too tired to

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

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

3)

Oh I remember toronto mylo went down,
And we sat and cried on the
I never so alone,
He was the of our own
Some of us go down in a of obscurity
Some of us go in a haze of publicity
The price of infamy, the of insanity

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

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

4) perimeter

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

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

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

5)

I saw a war in a launderette,
Washing the from her husband's clothes
She had medals pinned to a threadbare
A in her throat with cemetery eyes

I see convoys curbcrawling west german
Trying to up a war
They're going to even the
Oh... I take any more
I see flags on factories,
Soup ladles poised on the of the poor
I see with vacant stares,
Destined for in the alleyways
Does anybody care, I take any more
we say goodbye? hey

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

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