Luyện nghe bài hát Kill The Messenger

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

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

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

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

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

are holding out one righteous hand
While the other leads the band
In the shadow 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 your name
And you won't feel the chains, you see the moss
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 something to me

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

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