Luyện nghe bài hát Kill The Messenger

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

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

See Jane, something's dead inside my head
nothing but fear
Oh Jane, the of grief, the tears of relief
Seem ages from

Sometimes the of life
Hits like lightening everything clear
And these of doubt flicker
And out and disappear

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

They are holding out one hand
While the other leads the marching
In the shadow 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 fly like the hounds 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

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

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

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