Luyện nghe bài hát Blind Curve

1) vocal under a

night you said I was cold, untouchable
A lonely of action from another town
I want to be free, I'm happy to be lonely
you stay away?
Just me alone with my thoughts.
Just a runaway, a runaway,
I'm myself.

2) passing

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

So now passing strangers, at single tables
Still 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 toronto when mylo went down,
And we sat and on the phone
I never so alone,
He was the of our own
of us go down in a blaze of obscurity
Some of us go down in a haze of
The price of infamy, the of insanity

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

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

4) perimeter

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

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

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

5)

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

I see convoys curbcrawling german autobahns
to pick up a war
They're to even the score
Oh... I can't take any
I see flags on factories,
ladles poised on the lips of the poor
I see children with stares,
Destined for rape in the
anybody care, I can't take any more
Should we say hey

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

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