Luyện nghe bài hát Kill The Messenger

Jane, it sure like rain
These Canadian and their windblown hair
Oh Jane, the bruise clouds
The smell of the in the ripening air

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

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

Sometimes the beauty of
like lightening washing everything clear
And these dimmers of doubt
And fade out and

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

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

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

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 of love, the athletics of loss

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

But Jane, that is a
are those of a little faith in me
And they pull me down like
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
the message, kill the messenger