Luyện nghe bài hát Blind Curve

(fish / marillion)

A) vocal under a

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

B) strangers

out below a necklace 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 write 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 cried on the
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 of infamy, the edge of insanity

holiday inn, another temporary home
And an interviewer threatened me 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 and it started to rain
I thought maybe already gone crazy
So I for a bottle 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 could retrace all the times that we here
All the
Wasted, I've never so wasted
I've never been far out before

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

There's a
A childhood, my
My childhood,
A misplaced
My childhood, a childhood
Give it to me, give it back to me
A childhood, childhood, that childhood, that childhood, that childhood
Oh give it back to me

E)

I saw a war in a launderette
Washing the memories her husband's clothes
She had medals pinned to a greatcoat
A lump in her with cemetery eyes

I see convoys curbcrawling west german
Trying to up a war
They're to even the score
Oh... I can't take any
I see black on factories
Soup ladies poised on the of the poor
I see children with vacant stares, for rape in the alleyways
Does anybody care, I can't any more!
Should we say
Hey

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