Luyện nghe bài hát Marshall Law

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

at the bar with the usual mix
Of fabrics and desolate lighting.
Everybody here has got a hyphenated name. Blowing more breeze
Than the at the weather vane.

slimeballs, showbiz big-deals.
The new band with the retro feel,
It's the wrap for their video.
danced in it.
The director, Law,
to toe in yellow velour,
Is holding court about the of image
the sycophants giggle and grimace.
Becky fidgets, herself,
stop being so cynical,
Everybody is a human,
Even pitiful posturing pop stars and idiots.'
She tells herself to again -
is hideous.

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

She was like nothing that he'd before.
Strong body, 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 she was so absorbing
He out the party.
The floor spun, he at her face and felt sure, Something was happening here.

He was nervous,
His kept doing circuits of the room.
He drank as fast as they could him,
Then this dude over,
out a thick hand,
And looks 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,
a shotter then, right?
I care.'

'Becky, all I wanted was a place of my own.'
His eyes, and trusting,
He's staring at her, for something to click.
He is opening up. is it.
'A classy place, the whole bit,
a speakeasy, right?
Chandeliers and
shine off of the glasses
No hype, and no arseholes.
Instead of rotting our out
In old boozers
We can be grown men, to music,
Real music. Played with heart by bands,
Not posers looking like they're
blowjobs 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 outline that filling in.
He leans in close, whispering:

thing is, and it's weird,
I never so able,
To like this to anybody, ever,
Recently Becky, I've been feeling the pressure.
I tell you how good it is
To get off my chest.'

Becky's holding to her glass.
Good coke, fast.
She watches his as he talks.
bump 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 ripping 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 lightning through the air
Is another's 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, there ain't no back.
And I am there,
I am, nearly, anyway,
The is,
I kinda had to push all of my 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 have a girlfriend, you see
'Cause I don't to lie.
It's safer all
That I just keep my down.
And, yeah, the is booming,
Yeah, the business is 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.
It's all users.
I in the boardrooms and not the boozers
To, like, CEOs and these modern day
Who get their to bring me coffee,
so stupid.
Meant to be hard times, right, a
But these guys are buying more 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,
They're by the bar
in a state.
Nod for me'
They understand, over,
Put their arms around her -
'Becky, we're bored, 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.
Don't her go, we've just got started.

Their teeth are bare, their are planted
Their smirking at him he's dirt,
And now his is
with the fury of
Finding and
miracle girl.
He feels weak confusion, like
What had he
How had he talked?
He watches them walk to the
His roars.

In the back of the cab, the sit there giggling
The lets them smoke out of the window
So shivering.
pass a bottle 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 know, probably alright,
But I tell he was one of them "save me" types,
And I couldn't be with that.
Not tonight.'