Luyện nghe bài hát Last Frame

Pretty keen, yes, my hobby keeps me
And if I to myself, that's not a crime
In the I am a dealer in space and time
When all memory has
When the photograph is yellowed, still it lies

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

For every appetite, a cruel
But there's a panic in your
Oh, I never saw you so strange

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

Oh, the red light, the silver, the black and the
Oh, the silence, the waiting for
The past seems under-exposed, low
Still the images through

And there in the bath
is all this has led through
And I can't say your path is a right one to
But then I only a negative of you