Luyện nghe bài hát Blind Curve

1) vocal a bloodlight

Last you said I was cold, untouchable
A lonely piece of from another town
I just to be free, I'm happy to be lonely
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
moan, held on the crest of the night
I'm too tired to

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

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

3)

Oh I remember toronto when mylo down,
And we sat and on the phone
I never so alone,
He was the of our own
Some of us go in a blaze of obscurity
Some of us go in a haze of publicity
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 me your stories.'

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

4) perimeter

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

walk.
There's a here.
I feel could been ancient,
I have 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,
That childhood, childhood
Oh please give it 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 cemetery eyes

I see convoys curbcrawling west german
to pick up a war
They're going to 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 take any
Should we say hey

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

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