Luyện nghe bài hát Circle Wars

The sidewalk coughed up weeds and
A book, a magazine and a penny and a
Oh, and Carl looked behind him making sure the scene was
Breathed a sigh of 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 crunch was friendly under polished army heels
Under polished army

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

Oh, then the concrete his ass through the holes 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 spun the ring 'round his finger his thumb
Yeah, his thumb

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

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

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 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 I always did, like always
on earth will make him feel satisfied?
I him like I always did, like I always did
I always did

She leans the street light watching him sleep
Watching him turn and in a tide pool
And she slowly walks across the 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, say a word
And they walk side by side, not touching nor
Just walking home to face down the wars
Yeah, yeah, yeah, the wars