Luyện nghe bài hát Circle Wars

The coughed up weeds and cracks
A book, a magazine and a and a dime
Oh, and Carl looked behind him making sure the scene was
a sigh of bewilderment noting that it was

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

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

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

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

And he starts to see the behind the windshield
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 life

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

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

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

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