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 to be free, I'm happy to be lonely
you stay away?
Just leave me with my thoughts.
a runaway, just a runaway,
I'm myself.

2) passing

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

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

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

3)

Oh I toronto when mylo went down,
And we sat and cried on the
I felt 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 of insanity

Another holiday inn, another home,
And an threatened me with 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 maybe I've gone crazy.
So I for a bottle and he reached for the door,
And I picked up the sleeping crushed on the floor
me to a casual obscenity.

4) walk

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

walk.
There's a here.
I feel have been 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, that childhood, childhood,
That childhood, childhood
Oh give it back to me.

5)

I saw a war in a launderette,
Washing the memories from her clothes
She had pinned to a threadbare greatcoat
A lump in her throat with cemetery

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

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

I take any more, should we say goodbye,
How can we
call us civilised...