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
the wind at the weather vane.

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

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

She was like that he'd seen before.
Strong body, soft edges, something so raw
In the of her iris.
He his name, 'Harry'.
And in his life had he felt so happy.
got talking,
Free bar. decorum
He until 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 circuits of the room.
He drank as as they could serve him,
this dude comes over,
Sticks out a hand,
And Harry at her
Like just found himself in quicksand.
He gives this guy a wrap, they hands
Sweaty cash between palms,
No fuss. bash, yes, bosh.
He at her guiltily,
She it off, smiling
a shotter then, right?
I care.'

'Becky, all I ever wanted was a of my own.'
His eyes, and trusting,
He's staring at her, desperate for to click.
He is opening up. is it.
'A classy place, the whole bit,
a speakeasy, right?
Chandeliers and
That off of the glasses
No hype, and no arseholes.
Instead of our guts out
In old boozers
We can be men, listening to music,
Real music. Played 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 that needs filling in.
He leans in close, starts

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

Becky's tight to her glass.
Good coke, fast.
She watches his as he talks.
Little bump on her
Expert. snort.
on a cigarette, feeling vaguely bored.

It's if you believe it.
The is the world
But all how you see it.
One man's 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 glare, hardly there.

'If I'm honest, well it is,
like a trap,
I ain't trying to be
I need to raise the cash for the dream.
I hardly touch it
Look, it that
But I set myself a task,
Well, there ain't no back.
And I am there,
I am, nearly, anyway,
The is,
I kinda had to all of my friends away.
I have nobody
Knowing I'm up to
I keep it very secret but the is
I would to,
for one day,
You know, live any other guy.
I have a girlfriend, you see
'Cause I like to lie.
safer all round
That I just 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 and suit on
And I get on a train, I go up town.
It's all users.
I in the boardrooms and not the boozers
To, like, CEOs and modern day Scrooges
Who get their to bring me coffee,
so stupid.
Meant to be hard times, right, a
But these guys are buying more than ever, I
And I...

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

She the eye of her mates,
They're by the bar
in a state.
Nod for me'
They understand, over,
Put arms 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 like that, leave.
Please.
Don't make her go, just got started.

Their teeth are bare, their are planted
Their smirking at him like dirt,
And now his is
Damp the fury of
Finding and
This girl.
He weak with confusion, like
had he said?
How had he talked?
He them walk to the doors
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 against their teeth.
The cab moves fast the streets.
was that guy you was with?'
Becky shakes her softly,
'Him? I know, probably alright,
But I tell he was one of them "save me" types,
And I couldn't be dealing that.
Not tonight.'