Luyện nghe bài hát Blind Curve

(fish / marillion)

A) under a bloodlight

Last night you I was cold, untouchable
A lonely of action from another town
I just want to be free, I'm happy to be
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 tired to

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

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

C)

Oh I remember toronto when went 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 price of infamy, the of insanity

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

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

D) walk

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 been far out before

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

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

E)

I saw a war widow in a
the memories from her husband's clothes
She had medals to a threadbare greatcoat
A lump in her throat with eyes

I see convoys curbcrawling german autobahns
to pick up a war
They're going to even the
Oh... I can't any more
I see flags on factories
Soup ladies on the lips of the poor
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 body-bags under nations' flags
I see children pleading with outstretched hands, drenched in napalm, is no vietnam

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