Luyện nghe bài hát Blind Curve

1) vocal under a

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

2) strangers

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

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

And the twinkling lies, all those lies,
with 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 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 tell me stories.'

So I talked about conscience and I talked pain
And he looked out the and it started 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
me to a casual obscenity.

4) walk

It would be if we could
Retrace all the times we lived here
All the
Wasted, never been so wasted
I've never been 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 back to me, give it to me.
A childhood, that childhood, childhood,
That childhood, childhood
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 greatcoat
A in her throat with cemetery eyes

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

I see priests,
The in black plastic 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...