Luyện nghe bài hát Blind Curve

(fish / marillion)

A) vocal under a

Last you said I was cold, untouchable
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 with my thoughts
Just a runaway, just a runaway, I'm myself

B) strangers

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

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

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

C)

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

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

So I talked conscience and I talked about pain
And he looked out the window and it started to
I thought maybe I've 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 obscenity

D) walk

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

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

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

E)

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

I see convoys curbcrawling west autobahns
to pick up a war
They're going to even the
Oh... I can't any more
I see black on factories
ladies poised on the lips of the poor
I see with vacant stares, destined for rape in the alleyways
Does care, I can't take any more!
Should we say
Hey

I see priests,
The heroes in black plastic under 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
call us civilised!