Luyện nghe bài hát Kill The Messenger

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

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

See Jane, something's gone inside my head
There's but fear
Oh Jane, the rivers of grief, the tears of
ages from here

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

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

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

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

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

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

But Jane, is a luxury
There are those of a little in me
And they pull me down like
And I see them on every street

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