Luyện nghe bài hát Leeds Road 3am

The Festival is over and the strings of lights
are blowing crazy in the wind
One bulb loose, shatters on the ground
The empty streets up the sound, it echoes like a tiny gunshot
ringing through the damp and through the
Water trickles slowly like the feel of 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, a parked Mondeo in the shadows
The lighting of a cigarette illuminates four not talking, just waiting
The man in the front passenger seat the phone to his ear
listens to a voice giving the details
While in the the boy with the long hair
stares out through the misty glass the dark streets
and into the light of a different

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