Luyện nghe bài hát Last Frame

Pretty keen, yes, my hobby keeps me
And if I talk to myself, not a crime
In the darkroom I am a dealer in space and
When all has mellowed
When the photograph is yellowed, still it never

There you are, your lies laced secret pleasure
Saying that on the way to change
Devouring in measure
Every diversion arranged

For every appetite, a attraction
But there's a in your actions
Oh, I saw you look so strange

Fixing memory chemically, holding on the stop-clock
Hanging back from that last
in case it doesn't show you in the way I used to know you
Oh, I thought you'd always stay the

Oh, the red light, the silver, the and the bromide
Oh, the silence, the waiting for
The seems under-exposed, low tide
the images ghost through

And you're in the bath
Which is all this has led
And I say your path is a right one to choose
But I only have a negative of you