Luyện nghe bài hát Blind Curve

1) under a bloodlight

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

2) passing

out below a necklace of carnival 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 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 down in a of obscurity
Some of us go down in a of publicity
The of infamy, the edge of insanity

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

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

4) walk

It would be incredible if we
Retrace all the times that we lived
All the
Wasted, I've never so wasted
never been this 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,
it back to me, give it back to me.
A childhood, that childhood, childhood,
That childhood, that
Oh please it back to me.

5)

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

I see convoys west german autobahns
Trying to up a war
They're going to the score
Oh... I take any more
I see flags on factories,
Soup ladles on the lips of the poor
I see children 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 pleading with outstretched hands,
Drenched in napalm, is no vietnam

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