Luyện nghe bài hát Blind Curve

1) under a bloodlight

night 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
Just leave me alone my thoughts.
a runaway, just a runaway,
I'm myself.

2) passing

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

So now passing strangers, at single tables
Still to get over,
Still trying to write love songs for strangers
All passing 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 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 in a haze of publicity
The price of infamy, the edge of

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

So I about conscience and I talked about pain
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 up the sleeping pills crushed on the floor
me to a casual obscenity.

4) perimeter

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

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

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

5)

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

I see convoys west german autobahns
Trying to up a war
They're to even the score
Oh... I can't take any
I see black on factories,
Soup ladles on the lips of the poor
I see with vacant 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 plastic under nations' flags
I see children pleading outstretched hands,
Drenched in napalm, this is no

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