Luyện nghe bài hát Blind Curve

1) under a bloodlight

Last night you I was cold, untouchable
A lonely piece of action from town
I just to be free, I'm happy to be lonely
you stay away?
Just leave me with my thoughts.
a runaway, just a runaway,
I'm myself.

2) strangers

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

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

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

3)

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

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

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

4) perimeter

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

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

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, childhood
Oh please it back to me.

5)

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

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

I see priests,
The heroes in black body-bags under nations' flags
I see pleading with outstretched hands,
Drenched in napalm, this is no

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