Luyện nghe bài hát Kill The Messenger

Jane, it looks like rain
Canadian plains and their windblown hair
Oh Jane, the bruise colored
The of the ground in the ripening air

I have seen you in your fluttering
And your dry face of
As you're dragging your red rowing
the forever fields

See Jane, gone dead inside my head
There's but fear
Oh Jane, the rivers of grief, the tears of
Seem ages here

Sometimes the beauty of
Hits like lightening washing clear
And these dimmers of flicker
And out and disappear

But Jane, is a luxury
are those of a little faith, it seems
And they beg for truth like
And I see them on street corner

They are holding out one hand
the other leads the marching band
In the shadow hymn of the man
Heed the message, the messenger

Oh Jane, I heard you found
Wriggling up the mud on the shores of Granville
Oh but Jane, in the of an eye
The fly like the hounds at your heels

Oh Jane, now whisper your name
And you won't feel the chains, you see the moss
Oh Jane, there's an art to the
The aesthetics of love, the athletics of

someone drifts by
And our get entwined in the sea
And in time I might
They still mean to me

But Jane, is a luxury
are those of a little faith in me
And they me down like gravity
And I see them on every street

are masters in the sleight of hand
They are and they step so grand
To the shibboleth of
Heed the message, kill the