Luyện nghe bài hát Leeds Road 3am

The Festival is and the strings of coloured lights
are blowing crazy in the wind
One bulb loose, shatters on the ground
The empty pick up the sound, it echoes like a tiny gunshot
ringing through the and through the silence
Water trickles slowly like the 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 rising from his cup of coffee
He's locked away
into the light of a different world.

Near the top of Sandford Road, there's a parked Mondeo in the
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
in the back the boy with the long hair
stares out through the misty 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 he never will
In the kitchen his son sits head in hands thinks leaving
Anywhere - somewhere that's not here
look up or see the Mondeo passing outside
He's staring into the light a different
There's a couple in a red car coming late on the inner ring
not talking or listening to the just lost in their own thoughts
The shoots the lights at sixty-five
Swerves, catches the red car spins and rolls
Lands down in a crumple of metal and shattered glass
The girl sits trapped inside watching new blood down her shoulder
Turns to see her boyfriend slumped the dash
as a little gathers round
'Make him wake up, him wake up' she's screaming
'Make him wake up, make him wake up' and now she's at him
'Make him up, make him wake up'
But he's
Staring into the light of a world
Gazing into the light of a different