Luyện nghe bài hát Blind Curve

(fish / marillion)

A) vocal a bloodlight

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

B) strangers

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

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

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

C)

Oh I remember toronto when mylo down
And we sat and we 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, temporary home
And an interviewer threatened me with a
'talk to me, won't you me your stories.'

So I about conscience and I talked about pain
And he looked out the and it started to rain
I maybe I've already gone crazy
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 obscenity

D) perimeter

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

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

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

E)

I saw a war widow in a
the memories from her husband's clothes
She had medals pinned to a greatcoat
A lump in her with cemetery eyes

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

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

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