Luyện nghe bài hát Kill The Messenger

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

I have you in your fluttering dress
And your dry of steel
As dragging your red rowing boat
the forever fields

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

Sometimes the beauty of
Hits like washing everything clear
And these dimmers of doubt
And fade out and

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

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

Oh Jane, I heard you found
Wriggling up from the mud on the 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, there's an art to the
The of love, the athletics of loss

Sometimes drifts by
And our nets get in the sea
And in time I might
They mean something to me

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

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