Luyện nghe bài hát Leeds Road 3am

The Festival is over and the strings of lights
are blowing in the coming wind
One comes loose, shatters on the ground
The empty streets pick up the sound, it echoes a tiny gunshot
through the damp and through the silence
Water trickles slowly like the feel of troubles only half away
Behind the wire the watchman doing sits beside a wall of screens
but he's not - gazing into the steam rising from his cup of coffee
locked away inside
Staring the light of a different world.

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

Three streets down the is empty, 3am weeknights, dead-time
The owner came years ago and never lost the dream of going home
but knows he will
In the kitchen his son sits head in hands about leaving
Anywhere - just that's not here
Doesn't look up or see the Mondeo outside
He's staring the light a different world
There's a in a red car coming home late 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 spins and
Lands upside down in a crumple of and shattered glass
The girl sits trapped watching new blood trickle down her shoulder
Turns to see her boyfriend slumped the dash
as a crowd 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 up, make him wake up'
But gone
Staring the light of a different world
Gazing into the light of a different