Luyện nghe bài hát Marshall Law

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

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

Industry slimeballs, big-deals.
The cool new band with the feel,
It's the wrap party for video.
Becky in it.
The director, Law,
Head to toe in velour,
Is holding court about the 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 herself to look -
is hideous.

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

She was like nothing he'd seen before.
Strong body, edges, with 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. decorum
He drank she was so absorbing
He out the party.
The floor spun, he stared at her face and sure, Something was happening here.

He was nervous,
His eyes kept circuits of the room.
He drank as fast as they could him,
this dude comes over,
Sticks out a hand,
And Harry at her
Like he's just himself in quicksand.
He gives this guy a wrap, they shake
Sweaty 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,
staring at her, desperate for something to click.
He is up. This is it.
'A real classy place, the bit,
Like a speakeasy,
and lights
That off of the glasses
No hype, and no arseholes.
Instead of rotting our out
In shitty old
We can be grown men, to music,
Real music. Played heart by real bands,
Not just posers 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 getting distracted by the flickering.
He looks like an that needs filling in.
He leans in close, whispering:

'The is, and it's weird,
I never so able,
To talk like to anybody, ever,
Recently Becky, I've been feeling the pressure.
I can't tell you how it is
To get off my chest.'

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

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

'If I'm being honest, it is,
like a trap,
I ain't trying to be
I just to raise the cash for the dream.
I hardly it myself
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 kinda had to push all of my 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
'Cause I don't to lie.
safer all round
That I keep my head down.
And, yeah, the is booming,
Yeah, the is really booming.
But my family I work 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 boardrooms and not the
To, like, CEOs and these 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...

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

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

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

Their teeth are bare, feet are planted
smirking at him like he's dirt,
And now his is
Damp with the of
and losing
This girl.
He weak with confusion, like
had he said?
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 a bottle of wine back and forth
Let it clash their teeth.
The cab moves fast the streets.
'Who was guy you was with?'
shakes her head softly,
'Him? I don't know, alright,
But I could tell he was one of "save me" types,
And I couldn't be dealing that.
Not tonight.'