Luyện nghe bài hát Blind Curve

1) vocal under a

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

2) passing

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

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

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

3)

Oh I remember toronto when 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 of obscurity
Some of us go down in a of publicity
The of infamy, the edge of insanity

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

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

4) walk

It be incredible if we could
Retrace all the times we lived here
All the
Wasted, never 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 to me, give it back 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 from her husband's clothes
She had medals to a threadbare greatcoat
A in her throat with cemetery eyes

I see curbcrawling west german autobahns
to pick up a war
They're going to even the
Oh... I can't take any
I see flags on factories,
Soup poised on the lips of the poor
I see children with stares,
Destined for in the alleyways
Does anybody care, I can't any more
we say goodbye? hey

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

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