Luyện nghe bài hát Blind Curve

(fish / marillion)

A) under a bloodlight

night you said I was cold, untouchable
A lonely piece of action another town
I just want to be free, I'm to be lonely
Can't you stay
Just leave me alone with my
Just a runaway, just a runaway, I'm myself

B) passing

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

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

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

C)

Oh I remember toronto when mylo went
And we sat and we cried on the
I felt so alone
He was the of our own
of us go down in a blaze of obscurity
Some of us go in a haze of publicity
The of infamy, the edge of insanity

Another holiday inn, another 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 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 obscenity

D) perimeter

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

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

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

E)

I saw a war in a launderette
Washing the memories from her clothes
She had medals pinned to a threadbare
A in her throat with cemetery eyes

I see convoys curbcrawling west german
Trying to up a war
They're to even the score
Oh... I take any more
I see black on factories
Soup ladies poised on the lips of the
I see children vacant stares, destined for rape in the alleyways
Does anybody care, I take any more!
Should we say
Hey

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

I can't take any more, we say goodbye
How can we
They us civilised!