Luyện nghe bài hát Silver (the Hunger)

Silver was a rounder with a wicked
Music was his and his madness rolled in one
It's said he charmed the fairest hearts of this fairest maidens
Quick as silver mercury and slippery as a

Winding like a river through a world of strangers
Carving out a legend in a forsaken land
Silver took his pleasures just as as he gave them
'Cause hungry eyes quick enough for Silver's flashing hands

Then once upon escaping from the world of and shadows
growin' sicker of the secrets and the shame
He stumbled onto something that beckoned like a candle
And never lookin' backwards, he to the flame

Because hunger, is the surface, of a darkened pool of
Silver pale reflection of a need below
Mystery and are the holy forms of madness
Sacred as the ecstasy that in your soul

Silver moved instinctively within her defenses
unfolding mysteries he'd never seen before
And an ancient need, she slipped inside his senses
And Silver took it easy as the closing of a

Then soon he touched the secret fears she'd with her sorrows
Darker than her raven and deeper than her eyes
And dared to try to lead her to the from her shadows
Following the line between her and her lies

But Silver left his magic the legend he'd abandoned
Love had stripped him naked of illusion and it's
Then one long night her changing mind kindly to a stranger
And morning found her in the golden stranger's arms

hunger, is the surface, of a darkened pool of sadness
Silver reflection of a deeper need below
Mystery and magic are the forms of madness
Sacred as the ecstasy that slumbers in your

Silver stared in silence at the tangled before him
Time was burning frozen in the oceans of his
And sadly turning backwards to the that he'd forsaken
He the shining mantle of deception and disguise

Slowly, with the born of silent desperation
Silver his way into the darkness of her mind
Weaving through her conscience like a chance she have taken
Sadder than the shadows of the love she'll never

And Silver's spell was stronger the softly smiling stranger
Whose star was burning smaller in the naked of day
And took her hand again, a wiser man, but sadder
for the stranger who would steal her love away

Because hunger, is the surface, of a darkened of sadness
Silver reflection of a deeper need below
Mystery and are the holy forms of madness
Sworn to free the ecstasy that slumbers in soul