Luyện nghe bài hát Blind Curve

1) vocal a bloodlight

Last you said I was cold, untouchable
A lonely piece of action from another
I want to be free, I'm happy to be lonely
Can't you stay
Just me alone with my thoughts.
a runaway, just a runaway,
I'm myself.

2) strangers

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

So now we're strangers, at single tables
trying to get over,
Still to write love 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 mylo 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 blaze of
Some of us go down in a haze of
The price of infamy, the of insanity

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

So I talked about conscience and I about pain
And he looked out the window and it started to
I thought maybe I've already 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, never been so wasted
I've never been this far out

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

a presence,
A childhood, my childhood,
My childhood, childhood, a childhood,
My childhood, a childhood,
Give it back to me, it back to me.
A childhood, childhood, that childhood,
That childhood, 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 to a threadbare greatcoat
A lump in her throat with cemetery

I see convoys west german autobahns
Trying to up a war
They're going to even the
Oh... I can't any more
I see flags on factories,
Soup ladles poised on the of the poor
I see with vacant stares,
for rape in the alleyways
Does anybody care, I can't any more
we say goodbye? hey

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

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