Luyện nghe bài hát Silver (the Hunger)

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

like a river through a thirsty world of strangers
Carving out a in a dream forsaken land
Silver took his just as freely as he gave them
hungry eyes weren't quick enough for Silver's flashing hands

Then upon escaping from the world of silk and shadows
Sudden growin' sicker of the secrets and the
He stumbled onto real that beckoned like a candle
And never lookin' backwards, he surrendered to the

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

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

Then soon he touched the fears she'd hidden with her sorrows
Darker than her raven hair and than her eyes
And dared to try to lead her to the sunlight from her
Following the between her laughter and her lies

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

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

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

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

And Silver's spell was than the softly smiling stranger
Whose star was burning 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

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