Luyện nghe bài hát Blind Curve

1) vocal a bloodlight

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

2) strangers

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

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

Another inn, another temporary home,
And an interviewer threatened me a microphone,
'talk to me, won't you tell me 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 reached for a and he reached for the door,
And I picked up the sleeping pills crushed on the
me to a casual obscenity.

4) walk

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

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

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,
That childhood, that
Oh please it back to me.

5)

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

I see convoys curbcrawling west autobahns
to pick up a war
They're to even the score
Oh... I can't any more
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
we say goodbye? 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 take any more, we say goodbye,
How can we
They us civilised...