Luyện nghe bài hát Marshall Law

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

at the bar with the usual mix
Of fabrics and desolate lighting.
Everybody here has got a hyphenated name. Blowing more breeze
Than the wind at the vane.

slimeballs, showbiz big-deals.
The cool new with the retro feel,
It's the wrap party for video.
Becky in it.
The director, Law,
Head to toe in velour,
Is holding court the science of image
While the giggle and grimace.
fidgets, tells herself,
'Must being so cynical,
Everybody is a human,
Even these pitiful posturing pop and idiots.'
She tells to look again -
is hideous.

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

She was like nothing that he'd before.
body, soft edges, with 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 at her face and felt sure, Something was happening here.

He was nervous,
His eyes kept doing of the room.
He drank as as they could serve him,
this dude comes over,
Sticks out a hand,
And looks at her
Like he's just found in quicksand.
He gives this guy a wrap, they shake
Sweaty cash between palms,
No fuss. bash, yes, bosh.
He at her guiltily,
She it off, smiling
'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 opening up. is it.
'A real place, the whole bit,
Like a speakeasy,
and lights
That shine off of the
No hype, and no arseholes.
of rotting our guts out
In old boozers
We can be men, listening to music,
Real music. Played with by real bands,
Not posers looking like 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 that needs in.
He leans in close, starts

'The thing is, and weird,
I felt so able,
To like this to anybody, ever,
Recently Becky, I've been really the pressure.
I tell you how good it is
To get off my chest.'

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

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

'If I'm being honest, it is,
It's a trap,
I ain't trying to be
I just to raise the cash for the dream.
I hardly touch it
Look, it that
But I set myself a task,
Well, ain't 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 have
what I'm up to
I keep it secret but the thing is
I love to,
for one day,
You know, live any other guy.
I can't a girlfriend, you see
I don't like to lie.
It's all round
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 shirt and on
And I get on a train, I go up town.
all professional users.
I sell in the and not the boozers
To, like, CEOs and modern day Scrooges
Who get secretaries to bring me coffee,
so stupid.
Meant to be times, right, a recession?
But these are buying 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,
They're by the bar
in a state.
Nod for me'
They understand, over,
Put their around her shoulders -
'Becky, bored, let's 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.
Don't make her go, just got started.

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

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