Luyện nghe bài hát Circle Wars

The sidewalk coughed up weeds and
A book, a and a penny and a dime
Oh, and Carl looked behind him making the scene was empty
Breathed a sigh of bewilderment that it was

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

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

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

screams like a baby in the backlot
Just as Carl's dreams 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 fool the windshield
One on the steering wheel another in the air
Trying hard to catch the jet stream to the flying easy
But only grabbing hunger for man's life
For man's life

And Anita makes the corner 'cross Jones wrecking yard
She been walking half the and oh, her legs are tired
Why, she thinks, Carl have to take it so hard?
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
What on earth make him feel satisfied?
I love him like I did, like I always did
I always did

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

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