Luyện nghe bài hát Kill The Messenger

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

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

See Jane, something's dead inside my head
There's but fear
Oh Jane, the rivers of grief, the of relief
ages from here

Sometimes the of life
Hits lightening washing everything clear
And dimmers of doubt flicker
And fade out and

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

They are holding out one hand
While the leads the marching band
In the hymn of the scratch man
Heed the message, kill the

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

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

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

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

They are in the sleight of hand
They are dancers and they step so
To the of Shadowland
Heed the message, the messenger