Luyện nghe bài hát Blind Curve

(fish / marillion)

A) vocal under a

Last night you said I was cold,
A piece of action from another town
I just to be free, I'm happy to be lonely
Can't you stay
leave me alone with my thoughts
Just a runaway, just a runaway, I'm saving

B) passing

Strung out below a of carnival lights
Cold moan, on the crest of the night
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 passing 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 felt so
He was the of our own
Some of us go in a blaze of obscurity
of us go down in a haze of publicity
The price of infamy, the edge of

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

So I about conscience and I talked about pain
And he looked out the window and it started to
I maybe I've already gone crazy
So I for a bottle and he reached for the door
And I up the sleeping 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 lived
All the
Wasted, I've never so wasted
I've never been this far out

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

a presence
A childhood, my
My childhood,
A misplaced
My childhood, a misplaced
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 memories from her clothes
She had medals to a threadbare greatcoat
A lump in her with cemetery eyes

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

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

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