Luyện nghe bài hát Blind Curve

(fish / marillion)

A) vocal 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
you stay away?
Just leave me alone with my
a runaway, just a runaway, I'm saving myself

B) strangers

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

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

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

C)

Oh I remember when mylo went down
And we sat and we cried on the
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 inn, another temporary home
And an interviewer me with a microphone
'talk to me, won't you tell me stories.'

So I talked conscience and I talked about pain
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 on the floor
me to a casual obscenity

D) perimeter

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

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

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

E)

I saw a war widow in a
Washing the memories from her clothes
She had pinned to a threadbare greatcoat
A lump in her throat cemetery eyes

I see convoys curbcrawling german autobahns
to pick up a war
They're to even the score
Oh... I can't any more
I see black flags on
Soup poised on the lips of the poor
I see children with vacant stares, destined for rape in the
anybody care, I can't take any more!
Should we say
Hey

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

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