Luyện nghe bài hát Blind Curve

(fish / marillion)

A) vocal a bloodlight

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

B) passing

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

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

And the twinkling lies, all those 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 felt so alone
He was the of our own
Some of us go down in a of obscurity
Some of us go down in a of publicity
The price of infamy, the of insanity

holiday inn, another temporary home
And an interviewer me with a microphone
'talk to me, you tell me your stories.'

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

D) walk

It would be incredible if we could retrace all the times that we 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 have 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, that childhood, that childhood, that childhood, childhood
Oh please give it to me

E)

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

I see curbcrawling west german autobahns
Trying to up a war
They're going to the score
Oh... I can't take any
I see black flags on
Soup ladies poised on the lips of the
I see children with vacant stares, destined for in the alleyways
Does anybody care, I take any more!
we say goodbye?
Hey

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

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