Luyện nghe bài hát Leeds Road 3am

The is over and the strings of coloured lights
are blowing crazy in the wind
One bulb comes loose, on the ground
The empty pick up the sound, it echoes like a tiny gunshot
ringing through the damp and through the
trickles slowly like 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 from his cup of coffee
locked away inside
Staring the light of a different world.

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

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