Luyện nghe bài hát Blind Curve

(fish / marillion)

A) under a bloodlight

night you said I was cold, untouchable
A lonely piece of 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, a runaway, I'm saving myself

B) passing

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

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

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

C)

Oh I remember when mylo went down
And we sat and we on the phone
I never 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 inn, another temporary home
And an interviewer me with a microphone
to me, won't you tell me your stories.'

So I talked about conscience and I about pain
And he looked out the window and it to rain
I maybe I've already gone crazy
So I reached for a bottle and he for the door
And I picked up the sleeping crushed on the floor
Inviting me to a casual

D) walk

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

Perimeter
There's a presence
I feel 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, give it to me
A childhood, that childhood, childhood, that childhood, that childhood
Oh please give it to me

E)

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

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

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