Luyện nghe bài hát Blind Curve

1) vocal a bloodlight

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

2) passing

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

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

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

3)

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

holiday 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 about pain
And he looked out the and it started to rain
I thought I've already gone crazy.
So I for a bottle and he reached for the door,
And I picked up the pills crushed on the floor
me to a casual obscenity.

4) perimeter

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

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

5)

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

I see convoys curbcrawling west german
to pick up a war
They're to even the score
Oh... I take any more
I see flags on factories,
Soup ladles poised on the lips of the
I see children vacant stares,
for rape in the alleyways
Does anybody care, I take any more
Should we say hey

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

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