Luyện nghe bài hát Curtains

Well, Tommy woke morning
with a of rocks
and was in shock.
The story they'd faking
had frozen on their
and fallen the brush of fingertips
and though they their bags,
for the road,
the and the bedroom door
closed.
For Sylvia and
this is a call
they've been running away for
but pride in
precedes a fall.
So rubs his stubble
as if to check his face is
and Sylvia her hair
just nothing really happened
carry on as before...
but this thing work, will it, any more.
And though the bags are
for the road
the curtains and the door
closed.
For and Tommy
nowhere left to hide...
they've been running for
to find some kind of
to take away the
that they feel inside.
the fictional
out of the of fact;
masquerade the
but now the all cracked.
For Sylvia and
nothing left to try
they've been running for
to some kind of life
offers an excitement
that the rest of us by.
So Tommy that morning
with a of rocks
and was in shock.
This story they'd faking
was on their lips
and through the brush of fingertips
and the bags are packed
for the road
the curtains and the bedroom
closed.
For Sylvia and
there's left to go
been running away so long
there's just no to carry on
they can't get to what they knew
a abandoned once and long ago.
(PH - Piano,
David Lord - Keyboards, Orchestral
Gordon - Violin)