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

Industry slimeballs, big-deals.
The cool new band the retro feel,
It's the party for their video.
danced in it.
The director, Law,
to toe in yellow velour,
Is court about the science of image
the sycophants giggle and grimace.
Becky fidgets, herself,
'Must stop 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 raises his in the direction of Marshall.
'My Becky,' she says,
'What's

She was like that he'd seen 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 until she was so
He out the party.
The floor spun, he stared at her face and felt sure, Something was here.

He was nervous,
His kept doing circuits of the room.
He drank as fast as they serve him,
Then this comes over,
out a thick hand,
And looks at her
he's just found himself in quicksand.
He gives this guy a wrap, they hands
cash passed between palms,
No fuss. bash, yes, bosh.
He at her guiltily,
She waved it off,
'You a shotter then,
I care.'

'Becky, all I ever was a place of my own.'
His eyes, and trusting,
He's at her, desperate for something to click.
He is up. This is it.
'A real classy place, the 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. with heart by real bands,
Not just looking like they're
Giving to mic stands.
And be in a waistcoat, dead grand.
Place.
Or, at least, the plan.'

She was listening,
not listening.
Kept distracted by the lights flickering.
He looks an outline that needs filling in.
He in close, starts whispering:

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

Becky's holding to her glass.
Good coke, fast.
She watches his as he talks.
Little on her fingertips
Expert. snort.
Sucking on a cigarette, feeling bored.

It's true if you it.
The world is the
But all how you see it.
One flash of lightning ripping through the air
Is another's passing glare, there.
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 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 raise the for the dream.
I hardly touch it
Look, it that
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 all of my friends away.
I have nobody
what I'm up to
I keep it very secret but the is
I love to,
for one day,
You know, live like any guy.
I have a girlfriend, you see
'Cause I like to lie.
It's all round
That I just keep my down.
And, yeah, the is booming,
Yeah, the is really booming.
But my think 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.
all professional users.
I sell in the boardrooms and not the
To, like, and these modern day Scrooges
Who get their secretaries to 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 pushes 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, 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 like that, leave.
Please.
Don't make her go, we've got started.

teeth are bare, their feet are planted
Their smirking at him like 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 walk to the doors
His roars.

In the back of the cab, the sit there giggling
The driver lets smoke out of the window
So shivering.
They pass a bottle of wine and forth
Let it against their teeth.
The cab fast through the streets.
was that guy you was with?'
Becky shakes her softly,
'Him? I know, probably alright,
But I could tell he was one of "save me" types,
And I couldn't be with that.
Not tonight.'