Luyện nghe bài hát Blind Curve

1) under a bloodlight

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

2) strangers

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

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

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

3)

Oh I remember when 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
of us go down in a haze of publicity
The of infamy, the edge of insanity

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

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

4) walk

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

walk.
There's a here.
I feel could have 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 give it to me.

5)

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

I see convoys west german autobahns
to pick up a war
They're to even the score
Oh... I take any more
I see black 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 take any
we say goodbye? hey

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

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