Luyện nghe bài hát Kill The Messenger

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

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

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

the beauty of life
Hits like lightening washing everything
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 like charity
And I see them on street corner

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

Oh Jane, I you found love
up from the mud on the shores 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, an art to the game
The aesthetics of love, the of loss

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

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

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