Luyện nghe bài hát Marshall Law

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

at the bar with the usual mix
Of decadent fabrics and lighting.
Everybody here has got a second name. Blowing more breeze
the wind at the weather vane.

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

So while Marshall Law is wanking on his artwork She smiles at the guy opposite,
eyes, dark shirt.
He his eyebrows in the direction of Marshall.
'My Becky,' she says,
yours?'

She was like nothing that 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 drank until she was so
He out the party.
The floor spun, he stared at her face and felt sure, Something was here.

He was nervous,
His eyes doing circuits of the room.
He drank as fast as they serve him,
this dude comes over,
Sticks out a hand,
And Harry at her
Like he's just found in quicksand.
He gives this guy a wrap, shake hands
cash passed between palms,
No fuss. bash, yes, bosh.
He at her guiltily,
She waved it off,
'You a shotter then,
I care.'

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

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

'The thing is, and weird,
I felt so able,
To like this to anybody, ever,
Recently Becky, been really feeling the pressure.
I can't you how good it is
To get off my chest.'

holding tight to her glass.
Good coke, fast.
She his face as he talks.
Little on her fingertips
Expert. snort.
Sucking on a cigarette, vaguely bored.

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

'If I'm being honest, it is,
like a trap,
I trying to be flash
I just to raise the cash for the dream.
I hardly it myself
Look, it ain't
But once I set a task,
Well, there ain't no back.
And I am there,
I am, nearly, anyway,
The is,
I kinda had to push all of my away.
I can't have
Knowing I'm up to
I keep it very but the thing is
I love to,
for one day,
You know, live like any guy.
I have a girlfriend, you see
'Cause I don't to lie.
It's safer all
That I keep my head down.
And, yeah, the is booming,
Yeah, the business is booming.
But my family I work in recruitment
So, I get up every
And I put a and suit on
And I get on a train, I go up town.
It's all users.
I sell in the and not the boozers
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 pushes on, her 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 arms around her -
'Becky, we're bored, go'.
His mouth to a stop,
He to lose his composure,
She at him
'Yeah, was nice to know ya.'

No, not like that, leave.
Please.
make her go, we've just got started.

Their teeth are bare, their feet are
Their at him like he's dirt,
And now his is
Damp with the of
Finding and
This girl.
He feels with confusion, like
What had he
How had he talked?
He watches them walk to the
His roars.

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