Luyện nghe bài hát Eleven Years

Stevie said now don't look round they're us
Two girls in the of that dodgy club
And the grey eyes, the storm I've come to know and wish for
Before I caught a breath, well, she was there.
We walked the streets of our town talking
And the broke 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 this zone
Still high on the wire the hollow darkness
not to look down

No Rest for the wicked is still how it
Twisted up and turning in my bed
And separation like a blunted amputation
Pushing endless in the telephone
Eleven sweet years and no home
A hundred miles through this battle zone
Still high on the wire above the darkness
Trying not to down

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

Forever running even when we are still
on and fired up as the whirlwinds blow
And shouting out inside "I'm of you, I'm proud of you"
Ten thousand footsteps echo down the Brixton
sweet years and no nearer home
A hundred thousands miles through battle zone
Still high on the above the hollow darkness
not to look down