Luyện nghe bài hát Marshall Law

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

Becky's at the bar with the mix
Of fabrics and desolate lighting.
Everybody here has got a hyphenated second name. Blowing more
Than the wind at the 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,
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 these pitiful posturing pop and idiots.'
She tells herself to look -
is hideous.

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

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

He was nervous,
His eyes kept doing of the room.
He as fast as they could serve him,
Then this dude over,
Sticks out a hand,
And looks at her
Like he's found himself in quicksand.
He gives guy a wrap, they shake hands
Sweaty cash passed palms,
No fuss. bash, yes, bosh.
He at her guiltily,
She it off, smiling
'You a 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 up. This is it.
'A real 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,
music. Played with heart by real bands,
Not just looking 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 that needs filling in.
He leans in close, starts

'The thing is, and weird,
I felt so able,
To talk like to anybody, ever,
Recently Becky, I've been really the pressure.
I can't you how good 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.
Sucking on a cigarette, feeling bored.

true if you believe 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.
true if you believe it.
The world is the
But all how you see it.
One man's flash of ripping through the air
Is another's passing glare, 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 once I set 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
what I'm up to
I it very secret but the thing is
I would 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
I just keep my head down.
And, yeah, the is booming,
Yeah, the business is booming.
But my family think I 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 sell in the and not the boozers
To, like, CEOs and these day Scrooges
Who get their secretaries to 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 getting vicious, nothing,
smiling.

She the eye of her mates,
dancing by the bar
in a state.
Nod for me'
understand, dance over,
Put their arms around her -
'Becky, we're bored, go'.
His slows to a stop,
He to lose his composure,
She at him
'Yeah, was nice getting to ya.'

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

Their are bare, their 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,
What had he
How had he talked?
He them walk to the doors
His roars.

In the of the cab, the girls sit there giggling
The driver lets them smoke out of the
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 shakes her softly,
'Him? I don't know, alright,
But I could he was one of them "save me" types,
And I couldn't be with that.
Not tonight.'