Luyện nghe bài hát Circle Wars

The sidewalk coughed up and cracks
A book, a magazine and a and a dime
Oh, and Carl behind him making sure the scene 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 ears and him into alleys
Where the crunch was friendly under polished army heels
Under army heels

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

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

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

And he starts to see the behind the windshield
One hand on the 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 man's

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

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

She leans against the street light him sleep
Watching him turn and in a tide pool
And she slowly walks the steps of St. Andrews
And stands 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 touching nor
walking home to face down the circle wars
Yeah, yeah, yeah, the circle