Luyện nghe bài hát Circle Wars

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

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

The steps on St. Andrews seemed the bet
Catch a little shut eye, could sweat some
Bleed a inside or find him in the morning
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
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 kick in tight
The light keeps hailstones between the boughs of a maple
So many voices in a one man

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

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

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

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

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