Luyện nghe bài hát Blind Curve

1) under 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
leave me alone with my thoughts.
Just a runaway, a runaway,
I'm myself.

2) passing

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

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

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

3)

Oh I remember when mylo went down,
And we sat and cried on the
I felt 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 edge of

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

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

4) walk

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

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

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

5)

I saw a war in a launderette,
Washing the memories from her clothes
She had medals pinned to a greatcoat
A lump in her throat with eyes

I see convoys curbcrawling west autobahns
Trying to up a war
They're going to even the
Oh... I can't take any
I see black on factories,
ladles poised on the lips of the poor
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 plastic body-bags under flags
I see pleading with outstretched hands,
Drenched in napalm, this is no

I take any more, should we say goodbye,
How can we
They us civilised...