Luyện nghe bài hát Kill The Messenger

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

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

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

the beauty of life
Hits like washing everything clear
And these of doubt flicker
And out and disappear

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

They are out one righteous hand
the other leads the marching band
In the shadow of the scratch man
the message, kill the messenger

Oh Jane, I heard you love
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 your
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 of loss

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

But Jane, is a luxury
There are those of a faith in me
And pull me down like gravity
And I see them on every corner

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