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 and time
all memory has mellowed
When the photograph is yellowed, still it never

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

For appetite, a cruel attraction
But a panic in your actions
Oh, I never saw you so strange

Fixing memory chemically, holding time on the
back from that last frame
Just in case it doesn't show you in the way I to know you
Oh, I thought you'd always the same

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

And you're in the bath
Which is all has led through
And I can't say your path is a one to choose
But then I have a negative of you