Luyện nghe bài hát Kill The Messenger

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

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

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

Sometimes the of life
like lightening washing everything clear
And these dimmers of doubt
And out and disappear

But Jane, is a luxury
are those of a little faith, it seems
And they beg for truth like
And I see them on every street

They are holding out one hand
While the other leads the marching
In the hymn of the scratch man
Heed the message, the messenger

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

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

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

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

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