Luyện nghe bài hát Blind Curve

1) vocal under a

night you said I was cold, untouchable
A lonely piece of from another town
I just want to be free, I'm to be lonely
you stay away?
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 we're passing strangers, at tables
Still to get over,
trying to write love songs for passing strangers
All those 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
of us go down in a blaze of obscurity
Some of us go down in a haze of
The price of infamy, the edge of

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

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

4) walk

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

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

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, that childhood, childhood,
That childhood, childhood
Oh give it back to me.

5)

I saw a war in a launderette,
Washing the from her husband's clothes
She had medals pinned to a threadbare
A lump in her throat with cemetery

I see curbcrawling west german autobahns
to pick up a war
They're going to even the
Oh... I can't any more
I see flags on factories,
ladles poised on the lips of the poor
I see children 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 nations' flags
I see pleading with outstretched hands,
Drenched in napalm, is no vietnam

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