Luyện nghe bài hát Blind Curve

1) vocal under a

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

2) strangers

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

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

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

3)

Oh I remember when mylo went down,
And we sat and on the phone
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 of insanity

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

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

4) perimeter

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

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 it back to me.

5)

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

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

I see priests,
The heroes in black plastic body-bags nations' flags
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...