Luyện nghe bài hát Blind Curve

(fish / marillion)

A) vocal a bloodlight

Last night you 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 with my thoughts
Just a runaway, just a runaway, I'm myself

B) passing

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

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

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

C)

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

Another holiday inn, another temporary
And an interviewer me with a microphone
'talk to me, won't you me your stories.'

So I talked about conscience and I about pain
And he looked out the window and it to rain
I thought I've already gone crazy
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) walk

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

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

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, 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 threadbare
A lump in her throat with cemetery

I see convoys west german autobahns
Trying to up a war
They're going to even the
Oh... I take any more
I see black flags on
Soup poised on the lips of the poor
I see children vacant 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, this is no

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