Luyện nghe bài hát Blind Curve

(fish / marillion)

A) under a bloodlight

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

B) strangers

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

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

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

C)

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

Another inn, another temporary home
And an threatened me with 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 window and it to rain
I maybe I've already gone crazy
So I reached for a and he reached for the door
And I picked up the sleeping crushed on the floor
Inviting me to a casual

D) perimeter

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 this far out before

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

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

E)

I saw a war widow in a
Washing the memories from her clothes
She had medals to a threadbare greatcoat
A lump in her with cemetery eyes

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

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