Luyện nghe bài hát Marshall Law

is monsters.
Tits out, wet-mouthed, back.
and screaming just to prove they exist.

Becky's at the bar with the mix
Of fabrics and desolate lighting.
Everybody here has got a hyphenated second name. Blowing more
Than the wind at the vane.

slimeballs, showbiz big-deals.
The cool new band the retro feel,
It's the party for their video.
Becky in it.
The director, Law,
to toe in yellow velour,
Is holding court about the science of
While the sycophants and grimace.
fidgets, tells herself,
'Must being so cynical,
here is a human,
Even these pitiful pop stars and idiots.'
She tells to look again -
is hideous.

So while Marshall Law is wanking on his artwork She smiles at the guy opposite,
Bright eyes, shirt.
He raises his eyebrows in the of Marshall.
'My Becky,' she says,
'What's

She was like nothing he'd seen before.
Strong body, soft edges, something so raw
In the of her iris.
He his name, 'Harry'.
And never in his had he felt so happy.
got talking,
Free bar. decorum
He until she was so absorbing
He out the party.
The floor spun, he stared at her face and felt sure, was happening here.

He was nervous,
His eyes kept doing of the room.
He drank as fast as they could him,
Then this dude over,
out a thick hand,
And looks at her
Like just found himself in quicksand.
He gives this guy a wrap, they hands
Sweaty passed between palms,
No fuss. bash, yes, bosh.
He at her guiltily,
She waved it off,
'You a then, right?
I care.'

'Becky, all I wanted was a place of my own.'
His eyes, and trusting,
He's staring at her, desperate for to click.
He is up. This is it.
'A classy place, the whole bit,
a speakeasy, right?
Chandeliers and
That shine off of the
No hype, and no arseholes.
Instead of rotting our out
In shitty old
We can be men, listening to music,
Real music. Played heart by real bands,
Not just posers looking like
Giving to mic stands.
And I'll be in a waistcoat, grand.
Place.
Or, at least, the plan.'

She was listening,
not listening.
Kept distracted by the lights flickering.
He like an outline that needs filling in.
He in close, starts whispering:

'The thing is, and weird,
I never so able,
To talk this to anybody, ever,
Recently Becky, been really feeling the pressure.
I tell you how good it is
To get off my chest.'

Becky's tight to her glass.
coke, brain fast.
She watches his as he talks.
Little bump on her
Expert. snort.
Sucking on a cigarette, vaguely bored.

It's if you believe it.
The is the world
But all how you see it.
One man's flash of lightning through the air
Is passing glare, hardly there.
It's true if you it.
The is the world
But all how you see it.
One man's flash of lightning ripping the air
Is passing glare, hardly there.

'If I'm being honest, it is,
like a trap,
I trying to be flash
I need to raise the cash for the dream.
I touch it myself
Look, it that
But once I set a task,
Well, there no going back.
And I am there,
I am, nearly, anyway,
The is,
I had to push all of my friends away.
I can't nobody
what I'm up to
I it very secret but the thing is
I would to,
for one day,
You know, live any other guy.
I have a girlfriend, you see
'Cause I don't to lie.
It's safer all
I just keep my head down.
And, yeah, the is booming,
Yeah, the is really booming.
But my family think I in recruitment
So, I get up morning
And I put a and suit on
And I get on a train, I go up town.
all professional users.
I sell in the boardrooms and not the
To, like, and these modern day Scrooges
Who get secretaries to bring me coffee,
so stupid.
Meant to be hard times, right, a
But these guys are more than ever, I reckon
And I...

He's got eyes,
Shame his issues, though.
The party on, her cynicism's getting vicious, Show nothing,
smiling.

She the eye of her mates,
dancing by the bar
in a state.
Nod for me'
understand, dance over,
Put their around her shoulders -
'Becky, bored, let's go'.
His mouth to a stop,
He seems to his composure,
She at him
'Yeah, was nice to know ya.'

No, not like that, leave.
Please.
Don't make her go, just got started.

Their are bare, their feet are planted
Their smirking at him like dirt,
And now his is
Damp the fury of
Finding and
miracle girl.
He feels weak with confusion,
had he said?
How long had he
He watches them walk to the
His roars.

In the back of the cab, the girls sit giggling
The driver lets them out of the window
So shivering.
They a bottle of wine back and forth
Let it clash their teeth.
The cab fast through the streets.
was that guy you was with?'
Becky her head softly,
'Him? I know, probably alright,
But I tell he was one of them "save me" types,
And I couldn't be dealing that.
Not tonight.'