Luyện nghe bài hát Kill The Messenger

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

I seen you in your fluttering dress
And your dry of steel
As you're your red rowing boat
'Cross the forever

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

Sometimes the of life
like lightening washing everything clear
And these dimmers of flicker
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 on every street corner

They are holding out one righteous
the other leads the marching band
In the shadow of the scratch man
the message, kill the messenger

Oh Jane, I you found love
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 name
And you won't feel the chains, you won't see the
Oh Jane, an art to the game
The aesthetics of love, the of loss

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

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

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