Luyện nghe bài hát Blind Curve

1) under a bloodlight

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

2) strangers

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

So now passing strangers, at single tables
trying to get over,
Still trying to 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 felt so alone,
He was the of our own
Some of us go in a blaze of obscurity
Some of us go down in a haze of
The price of infamy, the of insanity

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

So I talked about conscience and I talked pain
And he looked out the and it started to rain
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 been ancient,
I could have 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 give 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 curbcrawling german autobahns
to pick up a war
They're going to the score
Oh... I take any more
I see flags on factories,
ladles poised on the lips of the poor
I see children vacant stares,
for rape in the alleyways
Does anybody care, I can't take any
Should we say hey

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

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