Luyện nghe bài hát Leeds Road 3am

The Festival is over and the strings of coloured
are blowing crazy in the coming
One bulb loose, shatters on the ground
The empty streets up the sound, it echoes like a tiny gunshot
ringing through the damp and the silence
Water trickles slowly like the of troubles only half washed away
Behind the wire the watchman doing nights beside a wall of screens
but he's not watching - into the steam rising from his cup of coffee
He's locked away
Staring into the light of a world.

Near the top of Sandford Road, there's a parked Mondeo in the
The lighting of a cigarette illuminates four faces not talking, waiting
The man in the front seat holds the phone to his ear
to a thin voice giving the details
While in the back the boy the long hair
stares out through the misty glass the dark streets
and the light of a different world

Three streets the restaurant is empty, 3am weeknights, dead-time
The owner came here years ago and never lost the dream of going
but knows he will
In the kitchen his son sits in hands thinks about leaving
Anywhere - just somewhere not here
Doesn't look up or see the Mondeo outside
He's staring into the light a world
There's a in a red car coming home late on the inner ring
not talking or listening to the music just lost in their own
The Mondeo the lights at sixty-five
Swerves, catches the red car that spins and
Lands upside down in a crumple of metal and glass
The girl sits inside watching new blood trickle down her shoulder
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, him wake up' and now she's pushing at him
'Make him up, make him wake up'
But he's
Staring into the of a different world
Gazing into the light of a world