Luyện nghe bài hát Blind Curve

(fish / marillion)

A) under a bloodlight

Last night you 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 my thoughts
Just a runaway, a runaway, I'm saving myself

B) passing

Strung out a necklace of carnival lights
moan, held on the crest of the night
I'm too tired to

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

And the twinkling lies, all 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 of infamy, the edge of insanity

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

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

D) walk

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

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

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

E)

I saw a war in a launderette
Washing the memories from her 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
going to even the score
Oh... I can't any more
I see flags on factories
ladies poised on the lips of the poor
I see children vacant stares, destined for rape in the alleyways
Does anybody care, I take any more!
we say goodbye?
Hey

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

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