Luyện nghe bài hát Leeds Road 3am

The Festival is and the strings of coloured lights
are crazy in the coming wind
One bulb comes loose, on the ground
The empty streets pick up the sound, it echoes like a tiny
ringing the damp and through the silence
Water trickles slowly like the feel of troubles only half away
Behind the wire the watchman doing nights sits beside a wall of
but he's not watching - gazing into the steam rising his cup of coffee
He's locked inside
Staring into the light of a 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 passenger seat the phone to his ear
listens to a thin voice the details
While in the back the boy with the long
stares out through the misty 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 the dream of going home
but he never will
In the kitchen his son head in hands thinks about leaving
Anywhere - just that's not here
Doesn't look up or see the passing outside
He's staring into the a different world
There's a couple in a red car coming late on the inner ring
not talking or to the music just lost in their own thoughts
The Mondeo the lights at sixty-five
Swerves, the red car that spins and rolls
Lands upside down in a of metal and shattered glass
The girl sits trapped inside watching new blood down her shoulder
Turns to see her slumped against the dash
as a little gathers round
'Make him wake up, make him wake up' screaming
him wake up, make him wake up' and now she's pushing at him
'Make him wake up, him wake up'
But gone
Staring into the of a different world
Gazing into the of a different world