Luyện nghe bài hát Blind Curve

(fish / marillion)

A) vocal under a

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

B) strangers

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

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

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

C)

Oh I remember toronto when mylo down
And we sat and we on the phone
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 of publicity
The of infamy, the edge of insanity

holiday inn, another temporary home
And an threatened me with a microphone
'talk to me, you tell me your stories.'

So I talked about and I talked about pain
And he looked out the window and it started to
I thought maybe I've already gone
So I for a bottle and he reached for the door
And I up the sleeping pills crushed on the floor
Inviting me to a casual

D) perimeter

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

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

There's a
A childhood, my
My childhood,
A misplaced
My childhood, a childhood
Give it back to me, it back to me
A childhood, that childhood, that childhood, that childhood, that
Oh please it back to me

E)

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 with eyes

I see convoys curbcrawling west autobahns
Trying to up a war
going to even the score
Oh... I take any more
I see flags on factories
ladies poised on the lips of the poor
I see children with vacant stares, for rape in the alleyways
Does anybody care, I can't any more!
we say goodbye?
Hey

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

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