Luyện nghe bài hát Blind Curve

1) vocal a bloodlight

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

2) passing

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

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

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

3)

Oh I remember toronto 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 in a haze of publicity
The of infamy, the edge of insanity

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

So I talked about conscience and I talked about
And he looked out the window and it 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 crushed on the floor
Inviting me to a obscenity.

4) perimeter

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

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

a presence,
A childhood, my childhood,
My childhood, childhood, a childhood,
My childhood, a childhood,
Give it back to me, give it to me.
A childhood, that childhood, childhood,
That childhood, that
Oh give it back to me.

5)

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

I see convoys curbcrawling west autobahns
Trying to up a war
They're going to the score
Oh... I can't take any
I see black on factories,
Soup ladles poised on the lips of the
I see with vacant stares,
Destined for rape in the
Does anybody care, I can't take any
Should we say hey

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

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