Luyện nghe bài hát Kill The Messenger

Jane, it sure looks rain
These Canadian plains and windblown hair
Oh Jane, the bruise colored
The smell of the ground in the air

I have seen you in fluttering dress
And your dry of steel
As you're dragging your red boat
'Cross the fields

See Jane, something's dead inside my head
There's nothing but
Oh Jane, the rivers of grief, the of relief
ages from here

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

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

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

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

Oh Jane, now they'll whisper your
And you won't feel the chains, you see the moss
Oh Jane, an art to the game
The of love, the athletics of loss

Sometimes someone by
And our get entwined in the sea
And in I might find
still mean something 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 corner

They are masters in the of hand
They are dancers and they step so
To the shibboleth of
the message, kill the messenger