Luyện nghe bài hát Kill The Messenger

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

I have seen you in your dress
And your dry face of
As dragging your red rowing boat
'Cross the forever

See Jane, something's gone dead my head
nothing but fear
Oh Jane, the rivers of grief, the tears of
Seem ages here

Sometimes the of life
Hits like lightening washing everything
And these dimmers of flicker
And out and disappear

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

They are out one righteous hand
While the other leads the marching
In the hymn of the scratch man
Heed the message, the messenger

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

Oh Jane, now they'll your name
And you feel the chains, you won't 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
They still mean to me

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

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