Luyện nghe bài hát Headlights

Lit up like a Christmas tree, the oil refinery glows in the
and down by the shoreline the fly white, against the black.
The great moon riding - rolling out across the veil of clouds,
and you small, and lying awake listening to the noises in the house.
With the of them you ran, like all of us, in our season
Casting memory - your history, all forgotten;
onwards through the years in love with each distraction.
But all the while, the is close behind;
like headlights on your tail, on your tail.

Your pulse is beating faster now, a bird flying hard against the wind;
trying to understand all the crazed compulsions you feel.
And all the little and betrayals, they echo in the dark;
and somewhere back it all, the key is still turning in the lock.
Now the that you have laid, they all come out to greet you;
the knowledge that you've - well, none of this protects you.
You've been so very far, still peace will not you,
for all the the past is close behind.
Like on your tail, headlights on your tail.