Luyện nghe bài hát Kill The Messenger

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

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

See Jane, something's gone inside my head
There's nothing but
Oh Jane, the of grief, the tears of relief
Seem ages from

Sometimes the of life
Hits like lightening everything clear
And these dimmers of doubt
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

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

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

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

someone drifts by
And our nets get in the sea
And in time I find
still mean something to me

But Jane, that is a
There are of a little faith in me
And pull me down like gravity
And I see them on every corner

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