Luyện nghe bài hát Blind Curve

(fish / marillion)

A) vocal a bloodlight

night you said I was cold, untouchable
A lonely piece of action another town
I just want to be free, I'm to be lonely
you stay away?
Just me alone 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 crest of the
I'm too to fight

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

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

C)

Oh I toronto when mylo went down
And we sat and we cried on the
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 price of infamy, the edge of

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

So I talked about and I talked about pain
And he looked out the window and it to rain
I thought maybe I've gone crazy
So I reached for a bottle and he reached for the
And I picked up the pills 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, never been so wasted
I've never been this far out

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

a presence
A childhood, my
My childhood,
A childhood
My childhood, a misplaced
it back to me, give it back to me
A childhood, that childhood, that childhood, that childhood, that
Oh give it back to me

E)

I saw a war in a launderette
Washing the from her husband's clothes
She had pinned to a threadbare greatcoat
A lump in her throat with eyes

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

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

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