Luyện nghe bài hát In a Woman's Life

1) as sung in cruz february 26, 1996

between right and wrong is a love song
Its tongue hits the target but it's phone number is always
It speaks calluses of gentler things
It of kindness
But I don't think you what that word means
Your love is a bitter seed that the blind can see
If this is what is
Then I guess there's no song left in me

Somewhere between right and is reality
Justice and speak foolishly of impractical things
kisses are as kind as candles
Your hands are as giving as
mind is kind as hitler's until night leaves you feeling alone
Your is something I must do but never be
If this is what is
Then I guess there's no love left in me

I didn't mean to fall into
It's just that I trip in the
Cause aw man it's to see that clearly and not put up a fight
But I I wpould break and not bend
look at this trouble I'm in
I need to
is how the unhappy half dies

Somewhere between good and bad is every lie I have been told
They all come but good deeds don't count it's what cards you hold
But I'm tired of your grey
I am tired of your hungry
love is so rotten
It's to attract flies
Your love is that must do but never be
Its is made of jealousy and insecurity
Your love is a seed that only the blind can see
If this is what is
If this is what is
Then I guess there's no love left in me.

2) as sung in madison, nj on april 13,

Somewhere right and wrong is a love song
Its tongue hits the target but it's phone number is always
It speaks through of gentler things
It speaks of
But I think you know what that word means
Your love is a bitter seed only the blind can see
Well, if this is love is
Then I guess there's no song left in me

Somewhere between right and is reality
Justice and shame foolishly of impractical things
I'm tired of your laughter
I am of your hungry eyes
love is so rotten it's starting to attract flies
Your love is something must do but never be
If this is what love is, then I guess there's no love song in me

I didn't mean to fall into
I trip in the lights
aw man it's hard to see that clearly and not put up a fight
I knew then I would break and not
Just at this trouble I'm in
I need to
This is how the unhappy half

between good and bad is every lie I've ever been told
But it all comes done good deeds don't count it's what cards you hold
Your kisses are as as candles
hands are as giving as stone
Your mind as kind as hitler's night leaves you feeling alone
Your is a bitter seed that only the blind can see
Its blade is made of jealousy and
Your is something I must do but never be
If this is what is
Yeah, if this is love is
Then I guess there's no song left in me