Luyện nghe bài hát Kill The Messenger

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

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

See Jane, something's gone dead inside my
There's nothing but
Oh Jane, the rivers of grief, the of relief
ages from here

Sometimes the beauty of
Hits like lightening everything clear
And these of doubt flicker
And fade out and

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

They are holding out one righteous
the other leads the marching band
In the hymn of the scratch man
Heed the message, 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 at your heels

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

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

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

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