Luyện nghe bài hát Eleven Years

Stevie said now don't look they're watching us
Two in the corner of that dodgy club
And the grey eyes, the storm that I've to know and wish for
Before I caught a breath, well, she was there.
We walked the of our town just talking
And the dawn grey and freezing through the deserted blocks
when your life is stale and there's reason there for everything
Something comes to kick you up
Eleven years and no nearer home
A hundred thousands miles through battle zone
Still high on the wire above the darkness
Trying not to look

No Rest for the wicked is how it goes
Twisted up and in my bed alone
And separation pains like a blunted
Pushing coins in the telephone
sweet years and no nearer home
A hundred thousands miles through battle zone
Still high on the wire above the hollow
Trying not to down

So rest in open arms and lie until they come for you
And tell me everything you've ever felt, tell me you want to see . . .

Forever even when we are standing still
Driven on and fired up as the whirlwinds
And out inside "I'm proud of you, I'm proud of you"
Ten thousand footsteps echo the Brixton Road
sweet years and no nearer home
A hundred miles through this battle zone
Still on the wire above the hollow darkness
Trying not to look