Luyện nghe bài hát Kill The Messenger

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

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

See Jane, something's gone dead inside my
There's but fear
Oh Jane, the of grief, the tears of relief
Seem ages from

the beauty of life
Hits like lightening washing everything
And these dimmers of doubt
And fade out and

But Jane, that is a
There are those of a little faith, it
And they beg for like charity
And I see on every street corner

are holding out one righteous hand
While the leads the marching band
In the shadow hymn of the man
Heed the message, the messenger

Oh Jane, I you found love
up from 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 they'll 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 of loss

Sometimes drifts by
And our get entwined in the sea
And in time I find
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 them on every street

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