Luyện nghe bài hát Kill The Messenger

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

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

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

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

But Jane, is a luxury
There are of a little 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 of the scratch man
the message, kill the messenger

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

Oh Jane, now they'll your name
And you won't 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 time I might
They still mean to me

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

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