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 here has got a hyphenated second name. more breeze
the wind at the weather vane.

Industry slimeballs, big-deals.
The cool new band the retro feel,
the wrap party for their video.
Becky in it.
The director, Law,
to toe in yellow velour,
Is holding court about the science of
the sycophants giggle and grimace.
Becky fidgets, herself,
'Must stop so cynical,
Everybody is a human,
Even these pitiful pop stars and idiots.'
She herself to look again -
is hideous.

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

She was like nothing he'd seen before.
Strong body, soft edges, something so raw
In the of her iris.
He his name, 'Harry'.
And never in his 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 and felt sure, Something was happening here.

He was nervous,
His eyes doing circuits of the room.
He drank as as they could serve him,
this dude comes over,
Sticks out a hand,
And Harry at her
he's just found himself in quicksand.
He gives guy a wrap, they shake hands
Sweaty passed between palms,
No fuss. bash, yes, bosh.
He at her guiltily,
She it off, smiling
'You a shotter then,
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 opening up. is it.
'A real place, the whole bit,
Like a speakeasy,
Chandeliers and
That shine off of the
No hype, and no arseholes.
Instead of rotting our out
In old boozers
We can be men, listening to music,
Real music. Played heart by real bands,
Not posers looking like they're
Giving to mic stands.
And I'll be in a waistcoat, 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 in close, starts whispering:

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

holding tight to her glass.
Good coke, fast.
She watches his 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 passing glare, hardly there.
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 glare, hardly there.

'If I'm honest, well it is,
It's a trap,
I ain't to be flash
I just need to raise the 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 had to push all of my friends 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, like any other guy.
I can't a girlfriend, you see
'Cause I don't to lie.
It's all round
That I keep 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 in the boardrooms and not the boozers
To, like, CEOs and modern day Scrooges
Who get secretaries to bring me coffee,
so stupid.
Meant to be hard times, right, a
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 arms her shoulders -
'Becky, bored, let's go'.
His mouth to a stop,
He to lose his composure,
She at him
'Yeah, was nice getting to ya.'

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

Their are bare, their feet are planted
Their at him like he's dirt,
And now his is
Damp with the of
and losing
This girl.
He feels weak with confusion,
What had he
How long had he
He watches them walk to the
His roars.

In the back of the cab, the girls sit there
The driver lets them smoke out of the
So shivering.
They a bottle of wine back and forth
Let it against their teeth.
The cab moves through 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 with that.
Not tonight.'