Luyện nghe bài hát Kill The Messenger

Jane, it looks like rain
These Canadian plains and their hair
Oh Jane, the bruise colored
The smell of the in the ripening air

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

See Jane, something's gone inside my head
nothing but fear
Oh Jane, the of grief, the tears of relief
Seem ages from

the beauty of life
Hits like lightening washing clear
And these dimmers of flicker
And fade out and

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

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

Oh Jane, I you found love
Wriggling up from the mud on the of Granville
Oh but Jane, in the of an eye
The naysayers fly like the hounds at heels

Oh Jane, now they'll whisper your
And you won't the chains, you won't see the moss
Oh Jane, there's an art to the
The aesthetics of love, the athletics of

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

But Jane, is a luxury
are those of a little faith in me
And pull me down like gravity
And I see on every street corner

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