Luyện nghe bài hát Blind Curve

(fish / marillion)

A) under a bloodlight

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

B) passing

Strung out below a necklace of carnival
moan, held on the crest 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 twinkling lies
Sparkle the wet ink on the paper

C)

Oh I remember toronto when went down
And we sat and we on the phone
I never so alone
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

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

So I talked about and I talked about pain
And he out the window and it started to rain
I thought maybe already gone crazy
So I for a bottle and he reached for the door
And I picked up the pills crushed on the floor
Inviting me to a casual

D) walk

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

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

a presence
A childhood, my
My childhood,
A misplaced
My childhood, a childhood
Give it back to me, give it 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 medals pinned to a threadbare
A lump in her throat with eyes

I see convoys curbcrawling west autobahns
Trying to up a war
They're going to even the
Oh... I can't take any
I see black on factories
ladies poised on the lips of the poor
I see children vacant stares, destined for rape in the alleyways
Does anybody care, I can't 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, this is no

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