Luyện nghe bài hát Blind Curve

(fish / marillion)

A) vocal under a

Last night you I was cold, untouchable
A lonely of action from 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 necklace of carnival
Cold moan, held on the of the night
I'm too tired to

So now we're passing strangers, at tables
Still trying to get over, still to write love songs 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 mylo went down
And we sat and we cried on the
I felt 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 of infamy, the edge of insanity

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

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

D) perimeter

It would be incredible if we could retrace all the 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 been mystical

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

E)

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

I see convoys west german autobahns
Trying to up a war
They're to even the score
Oh... I can't any more
I see flags on factories
Soup ladies poised on the lips of the
I see with 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 under nations' flags
I see pleading with outstretched hands, drenched in napalm, this is no vietnam

I can't any more, should we say goodbye
How can we
call us civilised!