Luyện nghe bài hát Kill The Messenger

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

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

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

Sometimes the of life
Hits like lightening washing everything
And dimmers of doubt 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 hand
While the other the marching band
In the shadow hymn of the man
Heed the message, kill the

Oh Jane, I heard you love
Wriggling up the mud on the shores of Granville
Oh but Jane, in the of an eye
The naysayers fly like the at your heels

Oh Jane, now whisper your name
And you feel the chains, you won't see the moss
Oh Jane, an art to the game
The aesthetics of love, the athletics of

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

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

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