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 the usual mix
Of fabrics and desolate lighting.
Everybody has got a hyphenated second name. Blowing more breeze
Than the at the weather vane.

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

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

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

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

'Becky, all I ever wanted was a of my own.'
His eyes, and trusting,
He's staring at her, 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 grown men, to music,
Real music. Played with heart by bands,
Not posers looking like they're
blowjobs to mic stands.
And be in a waistcoat, dead grand.
Place.
Or, at least, the plan.'

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

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

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

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

'If I'm honest, well it is,
It's a trap,
I trying to be flash
I just to raise the cash for the dream.
I hardly touch it
Look, it ain't
But I set myself a task,
Well, ain't no going back.
And I am there,
I am, nearly, anyway,
The is,
I kinda had to all of my friends away.
I have nobody
what I'm up to
I keep it very but the thing is
I would to,
for one day,
You know, live any other guy.
I can't a girlfriend, you see
'Cause I don't to lie.
It's all round
That I just 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.
all professional users.
I sell in the and not the boozers
To, like, CEOs and these modern day
Who get their secretaries to 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 pushes on, her cynicism's getting vicious, nothing,
smiling.

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

No, not that, don't leave.
Please.
Don't her go, we've just got started.

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

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