Luyện nghe bài hát Blind Curve

(fish / marillion)

A) vocal a bloodlight

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

B) strangers

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

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

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

C)

Oh I remember toronto mylo went down
And we sat and we on the phone
I never felt so
He was the of our own
Some of us go down in a of obscurity
of us go down in a haze of publicity
The price of infamy, the of insanity

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

So I talked about conscience and I talked about
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 picked up the sleeping pills crushed on the
Inviting me to a obscenity

D) perimeter

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

Perimeter
a presence here
I feel have been ancient, I could have been mystical

a presence
A childhood, my
My childhood,
A misplaced
My childhood, a childhood
Give it to me, give it back to me
A childhood, childhood, that childhood, that childhood, that childhood
Oh please give it to me

E)

I saw a war widow in a
Washing the memories her husband's clothes
She had pinned to a threadbare greatcoat
A lump in her throat with cemetery

I see convoys curbcrawling west german
Trying to up a war
going to even the score
Oh... I can't any more
I see black flags on
Soup ladies poised on the lips of the
I see children vacant stares, destined for rape in the alleyways
Does anybody care, I take any more!
Should we say
Hey

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

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