Luyện nghe bài hát Blind Curve

(fish / marillion)

A) vocal under a

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

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

And the lies, all those twinkling lies
with 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 of obscurity
Some of us go in a haze of publicity
The price of infamy, the of insanity

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

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

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

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

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

E)

I saw a war widow in a
Washing the memories from her husband's
She had medals pinned to a greatcoat
A in her throat with cemetery eyes

I see convoys west german autobahns
Trying to up a war
They're going to even the
Oh... I can't any more
I see flags on factories
Soup ladies poised on the of the poor
I see children with vacant stares, destined for in the alleyways
Does care, I can't take 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, in napalm, this is no vietnam

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