Luyện nghe bài hát Circle Wars

The coughed up weeds and cracks
A book, a magazine and a and a dime
Oh, and looked behind him making sure the scene was empty
a sigh of bewilderment noting 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 and forced him into alleys
Where the gravel was friendly under polished army heels
Under polished army

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

Oh, then the 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 absentmindedly spun the ring his finger with his thumb
Yeah, his thumb

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 the windshield
One hand on the wheel another in the air
Trying hard to catch the jet stream to the flying easy
But only grabbing hunger for another man's
For man's life

And Anita makes the corner 'cross from wrecking yard
She been walking half the night and oh, her legs are
Why, she thinks, Carl have 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 did, like always
What on earth make him feel satisfied?
I love him like I always did, I always did
Like I did

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

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