Luyện nghe bài hát Kill The Messenger

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

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

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

Sometimes the beauty of
Hits like lightening everything clear
And these dimmers of doubt
And out and disappear

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

They are out one righteous hand
While the leads the marching band
In the shadow hymn of the man
the message, kill the messenger

Oh Jane, I heard you love
Wriggling up the mud on the shores of Granville
Oh but Jane, in the of an eye
The naysayers fly the hounds 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 aesthetics of love, the athletics of

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

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

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