Luyện nghe bài hát Blind Curve

(fish / marillion)

A) under a bloodlight

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 me alone with my thoughts
a runaway, just a runaway, I'm saving myself

B) passing

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

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

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

C)

Oh I remember toronto when 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 haze of
The price of infamy, the of insanity

Another holiday inn, temporary home
And an threatened 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 to rain
I thought maybe already gone crazy
So I reached for a and he reached for the door
And I picked up the sleeping pills crushed on the
me to a casual obscenity

D) perimeter

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

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

There's a
A childhood, my
My childhood,
A childhood
My childhood, a misplaced
Give it back to me, it back to me
A childhood, that childhood, that childhood, that childhood, 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 in her throat with cemetery eyes

I see convoys west german autobahns
Trying to up a war
They're to even the score
Oh... I can't take any
I see black on factories
Soup ladies on the lips of the poor
I see children with vacant stares, destined for rape in the
Does anybody care, I can't any more!
Should we say
Hey

I see priests,
The heroes in black plastic under nations' flags
I see children pleading with outstretched hands, in napalm, this is no vietnam

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