Luyện nghe bài hát Blind Curve

1) vocal a bloodlight

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

2) strangers

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

So now passing strangers, at single tables
trying to get over,
Still trying to write songs for passing strangers
All those strangers.

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

3)

Oh I remember when 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 blaze of
Some of us go in a haze of publicity
The price of infamy, the edge of

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 about
And he out the window and it started to rain
I thought maybe I've 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) walk

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

walk.
There's a here.
I feel have 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, give it to me.
A childhood, childhood, that childhood,
childhood, that childhood
Oh please it back to me.

5)

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

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

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

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