Luyện nghe bài hát Marshall Law

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

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

Industry slimeballs, big-deals.
The new band with the retro feel,
It's the wrap for their video.
danced in it.
The director, Law,
Head to toe in velour,
Is holding court about the of image
While the sycophants and grimace.
fidgets, tells herself,
'Must being so cynical,
Everybody is a human,
these pitiful posturing pop stars 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 his eyebrows in the direction of Marshall.
'My Becky,' she says,
yours?'

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

He was nervous,
His eyes kept doing of the room.
He drank as fast as could serve him,
Then this dude 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 passed between palms,
No fuss. bash, yes, bosh.
He at her guiltily,
She waved it off,
a shotter then, right?
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,
a speakeasy, right?
and lights
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. Played with heart by bands,
Not just posers looking like
Giving to mic stands.
And be in a waistcoat, dead grand.
Place.
Or, at least, the plan.'

She was listening,
not listening.
Kept getting by the lights flickering.
He looks an outline that needs filling in.
He leans in close, starts

'The is, and it's 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.'

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

It's true if you 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 ripping through the air
Is passing glare, hardly there.

'If I'm being honest, it is,
It's a trap,
I trying to be flash
I just need to the cash for the dream.
I hardly it myself
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 had to push all of my friends away.
I can't nobody
Knowing 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 have a girlfriend, you see
I don't like to lie.
It's safer all
That I just keep my down.
And, yeah, the is booming,
Yeah, the is really booming.
But my family think I work in
So, I get up every
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 their secretaries to me coffee,
so stupid.
Meant to be times, right, a recession?
But these guys are buying than ever, I reckon
And I...

He's got eyes,
about 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'
They understand, over,
Put their around 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 that, don't 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
with the fury of
Finding and
This girl.
He feels weak with confusion,
had he said?
How had he talked?
He watches them to the doors
His roars.

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