Luyện nghe bài hát Silver (the Hunger)

Silver was a rounder with a wicked
Music was his magic and his 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 dream land
took his pleasures just as freely as he gave them
'Cause hungry eyes weren't quick for Silver's flashing hands

Then upon escaping from the world of silk and shadows
Sudden growin' of the secrets and the shame
He onto something real that beckoned like a candle
And lookin' backwards, he surrendered to the flame

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

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

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 sunlight from her
Following the line her laughter and her lies

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

Because hunger, is the surface, of a darkened of sadness
pale reflection of a deeper need below
Mystery and magic are the holy of madness
as the ecstasy that slumbers in your soul

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

Slowly, with the patience of silent desperation
Silver worked his way the darkness of her mind
through her conscience like a chance she might have taken
Sadder than the shadows of the love never find

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

Because hunger, is the surface, of a darkened pool of
pale reflection of a deeper need below
Mystery and magic are the holy of madness
to free the ecstasy that slumbers in your soul