Luyện nghe bài hát Blind Curve

1) vocal a bloodlight

Last night you said I was cold,
A lonely piece of action from another
I just want to be free, I'm to be lonely
Can't you stay
Just leave me alone 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 passing strangers, at single tables
Still to get over,
trying to write love songs for passing strangers
All those strangers.

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

3)

Oh I remember toronto 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 in a haze of publicity
The price of infamy, the edge of

Another inn, another temporary home,
And an threatened me with a microphone,
'talk to me, you tell me your stories.'

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

4) walk

It would be if we could
Retrace all the times that we lived
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 could have been

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 give it to me.

5)

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

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

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

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