Luyện nghe bài hát Kill The Messenger

Jane, it looks like rain
These plains and their windblown hair
Oh Jane, the colored clouds
The smell of the ground in the air

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sometimes someone by
And our nets get in the sea
And in time I find
They still something 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

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