Luyện nghe bài hát Kill The Messenger

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

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

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

the beauty of life
Hits like washing everything clear
And these of doubt flicker
And out and disappear

But Jane, is a luxury
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 righteous
While the other leads the band
In the shadow hymn of the man
the message, kill the messenger

Oh Jane, I heard you 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 feel the chains, you won't see the moss
Oh Jane, an art to the game
The of love, the athletics of loss

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

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

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