Luyện nghe bài hát Leeds Road 3am

The Festival is over and the of coloured lights
are blowing crazy in the coming
One bulb comes loose, on the ground
The empty streets pick up the sound, it echoes like a tiny
ringing through the damp and through the
Water trickles slowly the feel of troubles only half washed away
Behind the wire the doing nights sits beside a wall of screens
but he's not watching - gazing into the steam rising his cup of coffee
He's locked away
into the light of a different world.

Near the top of Road, there's a parked Mondeo in the shadows
The lighting of a cigarette illuminates faces not talking, just waiting
The man in the front seat holds the phone to his ear
listens to a voice giving the details
While in the back the boy the long hair
stares out the misty glass into the dark streets
and into the of a different world

Three streets down the is empty, 3am weeknights, dead-time
The owner came here years ago and never lost the of going home
but knows he will
In the kitchen his son sits head in hands about leaving
Anywhere - just that's not here
look up or see the Mondeo passing outside
He's staring into the light a world
There's a couple in a red car coming home on the inner ring
not talking or listening to the music lost in their own thoughts
The Mondeo the lights at sixty-five
Swerves, catches the red car that and rolls
Lands down in a crumple of metal and shattered glass
The girl sits trapped watching new blood trickle down her shoulder
to see her boyfriend slumped against the dash
as a little gathers round
him wake up, make him wake up' she's screaming
'Make him wake up, make him up' and now she's pushing at him
him wake up, make him wake up'
But gone
Staring into the of a different world
Gazing into the light of a different