Luyện nghe bài hát Marshall Law

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

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

Industry slimeballs, big-deals.
The cool new 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 science of
the sycophants giggle and grimace.
Becky fidgets, herself,
'Must being so cynical,
Everybody is a human,
Even these posturing pop stars and idiots.'
She tells to look again -
is hideous.

So while Marshall Law is on about his artwork 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 that he'd before.
body, soft edges, with 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. Exhausting
He drank until she was so
He out the party.
The floor spun, he stared at her 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,
this dude comes over,
Sticks out a hand,
And Harry at her
he's just found himself in quicksand.
He gives this guy a wrap, shake hands
cash passed between palms,
No fuss. bash, yes, bosh.
He at her guiltily,
She waved it off,
'You a then, right?
I care.'

'Becky, all I wanted was a place of my own.'
His eyes, and trusting,
He's staring at her, desperate for to click.
He is up. This is it.
'A real classy place, the bit,
a speakeasy, right?
Chandeliers and
shine off of the glasses
No hype, and no arseholes.
Instead of our guts out
In shitty old
We can be grown men, to music,
Real music. with heart by real bands,
Not just posers 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 by the lights flickering.
He looks like an outline needs filling in.
He in close, starts whispering:

'The thing is, and 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 tight to her glass.
coke, brain fast.
She his face as he talks.
Little 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 ripping the air
Is another's passing glare, there.
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 another's passing glare, there.

'If I'm honest, well it is,
It's a trap,
I ain't trying to be
I just need to the cash for the dream.
I hardly it myself
Look, it ain't
But once I set a task,
Well, there 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
Knowing I'm up to
I keep it very but the thing is
I love to,
for one day,
You know, like any other guy.
I can't a girlfriend, you see
'Cause I like to lie.
It's safer all
That I keep my head down.
And, yeah, the is booming,
Yeah, the is really booming.
But my family think I work in
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 in the boardrooms and not the boozers
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 guys are buying than ever, I reckon
And I...

got nice 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 getting to know ya.'

No, not like that, leave.
Please.
Don't make her go, just got started.

Their teeth are bare, feet are planted
Their smirking at him he's dirt,
And now his is
Damp with the of
Finding and
miracle girl.
He feels weak confusion, like
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 lets 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.
'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.'