Luyện nghe bài hát Marshall Law

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

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

slimeballs, showbiz 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 about the science of image
While the sycophants and grimace.
fidgets, tells herself,
'Must being so cynical,
Everybody is a human,
Even pitiful posturing pop stars and idiots.'
She tells to look again -
is hideous.

So while Law is wanking on about 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 nothing that he'd seen before.
Strong body, edges, with 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. 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 kept doing circuits of the room.
He drank as fast as they could him,
Then dude comes over,
out a thick hand,
And looks at her
Like he's 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
a shotter then, right?
I care.'

'Becky, all I ever 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 classy place, the whole bit,
Like a speakeasy,
and lights
That off of the glasses
No hype, and no arseholes.
Instead of rotting our out
In shitty old
We can be grown men, 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 getting distracted by the flickering.
He looks like an outline that needs in.
He leans in close, whispering:

'The is, and it's weird,
I never so able,
To talk this to anybody, ever,
Becky, I've been really feeling the pressure.
I can't tell you how it is
To get off my chest.'

Becky's holding to her glass.
coke, brain fast.
She his face as he talks.
bump on her fingertips
Expert. snort.
Sucking on a cigarette, vaguely bored.

It's true if you it.
The world is the
But all how you see it.
One man's flash of lightning through the air
Is another's passing glare, there.
true 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,
It's a trap,
I ain't trying to be
I just need to raise the for the dream.
I touch it myself
Look, it ain't
But once I set a task,
Well, ain't no going back.
And I am there,
I am, nearly, anyway,
The is,
I kinda had to push all of my away.
I have nobody
Knowing I'm up to
I it very secret but the thing is
I love to,
for one day,
You know, like any other guy.
I can't a girlfriend, you see
I don't like to lie.
It's all round
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.
all professional users.
I in the boardrooms and not the boozers
To, like, CEOs and modern day Scrooges
Who get their secretaries to me coffee,
so stupid.
Meant to be times, right, a recession?
But these guys are buying more than ever, I
And I...

He's got 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 to lose his composure,
She at him
'Yeah, was getting to know ya.'

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

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

In the back of the cab, the girls sit giggling
The driver lets them out of the window
So shivering.
They pass a bottle of wine back and
Let it clash their teeth.
The cab moves fast the streets.
was that guy you was with?'
Becky shakes her 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.'