Luyện nghe bài hát Circle Wars

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

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

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

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

screams like a baby in the backlot
Just as Carl's dreams kick in
The light stuttering hailstones between the boughs of a maple
So many voices in a one man

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

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

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

She leans against the street light watching him
Watching him turn and turn in a tide
And she slowly walks across the of St. Andrews
And stands looking a minute or so longer

Yeah, she tugs on his coat sleeve, "Carl, please go"
But she stands, oh, doesn't say a
And they walk by side, not touching nor explaining
Just walking home to down the circle wars
Yeah, yeah, yeah, the wars