Luyện nghe bài hát Blind Curve

1) under a bloodlight

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 stay
Just me alone with my thoughts.
a runaway, just a runaway,
I'm myself.

2) passing

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

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

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

3)

Oh I remember when mylo went down,
And we sat and on the phone
I felt so alone,
He was the of our own
Some of us go in a blaze of obscurity
Some of us go down in a haze of
The of infamy, the edge of insanity

Another 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 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 incredible if we
Retrace all the times that we lived
All the
Wasted, I've never so wasted
I've never been far out before

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

5)

I saw a war in a launderette,
Washing the memories from her clothes
She had medals to a threadbare greatcoat
A in her throat with cemetery eyes

I see convoys curbcrawling german autobahns
to pick up a war
They're to even the score
Oh... I take any more
I see black on factories,
Soup ladles on the lips of the poor
I see with vacant stares,
Destined for in the alleyways
anybody care, I can't take any more
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
They us civilised...