Luyện nghe bài hát Blind Curve

1) under a bloodlight

Last you said I was cold, untouchable
A lonely piece of action another town
I just want to be free, I'm happy to be
Can't you stay
Just leave me with 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
trying to get over,
Still 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 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 talked about conscience and I talked pain
And he looked out the window and it started to
I thought I've already gone crazy.
So I reached for a and he reached for the door,
And I picked up the sleeping crushed on the floor
Inviting me to a obscenity.

4) perimeter

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

walk.
There's a here.
I feel could been ancient,
I could have 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, childhood, that childhood,
childhood, that childhood
Oh give it back to me.

5)

I saw a war in a launderette,
Washing the memories her husband's clothes
She had pinned to a threadbare greatcoat
A in her throat with cemetery eyes

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

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

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