Luyện nghe bài hát Silver (the Hunger)

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

Winding like a river a thirsty world of strangers
Carving out a legend in a dream land
Silver took his pleasures just as as he gave them
'Cause hungry eyes weren't quick enough for flashing hands

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

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

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

Then soon he the secret fears she'd hidden with her sorrows
Darker than her raven hair and deeper than her
And dared to try to lead her to the sunlight her shadows
Following the line between her laughter and her

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 morning her moving in the golden stranger's arms

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

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

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

And spell was stronger than the softly smiling stranger
Whose star was burning smaller in the naked 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
Sworn to the ecstasy that slumbers in your soul