Luyện nghe bài hát Blind Curve

(fish / marillion)

A) under a bloodlight

night you said I was cold, untouchable
A lonely piece of action from town
I want to be free, I'm happy to be lonely
Can't you away?
Just leave me with my thoughts
Just a runaway, just a runaway, I'm saving

B) strangers

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

So now passing strangers, at single tables
Still to get over, still trying to write love songs for passing strangers
All those passing

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

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
Some of us go in a blaze of obscurity
Some of us go down in a haze of
The price of infamy, the edge of

Another holiday inn, temporary home
And an interviewer threatened me with a
to me, won't you tell me your stories.'

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

D) walk

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

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 childhood
Give it back to me, give it 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
Washing the memories from her clothes
She had medals pinned to a greatcoat
A in her throat with cemetery eyes

I see convoys curbcrawling west german
to pick up a war
They're going to even the
Oh... I can't take any
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!
we say goodbye?
Hey

I see priests,
The heroes in plastic body-bags under nations' 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!