Luyện nghe bài hát Reaching For The Rail

(Wright, Moore)

I'm ill with a fever, I like a child
I lay in the 'til morning came.
And so unoriginal
But I it worse at night
And I it's not terminal
But I'm near half dead fright
And cold.

But sooner wake up
To find it all
I'll sleep through the day till the ends.
'Cos it's so
As it comes around
The same taste to
The same chain
That remains.

With I rise,
In dream that leave me,
You're sad, and pale

And reaching for the rail

You a look inside, how could you peel away
Or the shell, the hurt you've hidden so well
For all days.

And going down
As you beneath the waves,
Won't make a
Won't even leave a trace you.

I hear an appalling from the street below
And it's creeping fear congealed in
That the crazy road.
And all are and they look so hopelessly
At the heartbreak, it's easy to with,
Just take and you'll really never feel it.