Luyện nghe bài hát Circle Wars

The sidewalk up weeds and cracks
A book, a magazine and a penny and a
Oh, and Carl behind him making sure the scene was empty
a sigh of bewilderment noting that it was

Not that he to see Anita coming up
With a brown whip or a box of daffodils
Yeah, the night quiet bruised his and forced him into alleys
Where the gravel crunch was friendly under polished heels
Under army heels

The steps on St. Andrews seemed the bet
Catch a shut eye, Anita could sweat some
Bleed a little inside or him in the morning
Hunkered down a derelict with mustard on his chin

Oh, then the concrete his ass through the holes in his pants
Winter's not the best time to a martyr's point
Carl caught the where the wind wouldn't get him
And he absentmindedly spun the ring his finger with his thumb
Yeah, with his

Tomcat like a baby in the backlot
Just as Carl's kick in tight
The light keeps stuttering between the boughs of a maple
So many in a one man night

And he starts to see the behind the windshield
One hand on the steering wheel in the air
Trying hard to the jet stream to make the flying easy
But only grabbing for another man's life
For another life

And Anita makes the corner 'cross from Jones yard
She been walking half the and oh, her legs are tired
Why, she thinks, does Carl to take it so hard?
Is it me that makes him lose who he truly he is?

He's the same damn man he's been
And I love him I always did, like always
What on earth will make him satisfied?
I love him like I did, like I always did
I always did

She leans against the light watching him sleep
Watching him and turn in a tide pool
And she slowly walks the steps of St. Andrews
And there looking a minute or so longer

Yeah, she on his coat sleeve, "Carl, please let's go"
But she stands, oh, say a word
And they side by side, not touching nor explaining
Just walking to face down the circle wars
Yeah, yeah, yeah, the wars