Luyện nghe bài hát Blind Curve

(fish / marillion)

A) vocal a bloodlight

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

B) strangers

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

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

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

C)

Oh I remember toronto when mylo went
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
Some of us go down in a haze of
The of infamy, the edge of insanity

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

So I talked about and I talked about pain
And he looked out the window and it started to
I maybe I've already gone crazy
So I reached for a and he reached for the door
And I picked up the pills crushed on the floor
Inviting me to a casual

D) perimeter

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

Perimeter
a presence here
I feel could have been ancient, I could have mystical

a presence
A childhood, my
My childhood,
A misplaced
My childhood, a childhood
Give it 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
the memories from her husband's clothes
She had medals to a threadbare greatcoat
A lump in her throat with eyes

I see convoys curbcrawling west german
to pick up a war
They're going to the score
Oh... I take any more
I see black on factories
Soup ladies poised on the 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 heroes in black plastic under nations' flags
I see children pleading outstretched hands, drenched in napalm, this is no vietnam

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