Luyện nghe bài hát Blind Curve

(fish / marillion)

A) vocal under a

night 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 away?
Just leave me with my thoughts
a runaway, just a runaway, I'm saving myself

B) passing

Strung out below a necklace of lights
Cold moan, on the crest 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 passing strangers

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

C)

Oh I remember toronto when mylo down
And we sat and we cried on the
I never so alone
He was the of our own
Some of us go in a blaze of obscurity
Some of us go down in a of publicity
The of infamy, the edge of insanity

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

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

D) perimeter

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

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

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

E)

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

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

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

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