Luyện nghe bài hát Circle Wars

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

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

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

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

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

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

And Anita makes the corner 'cross from Jones yard
She been walking the night 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 think he is?

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

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

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