Luyện nghe bài hát Silver (the Hunger)

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

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

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

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

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

Then soon he the secret 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
the line between her laughter and her lies

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

Because hunger, is the surface, of a darkened pool of
pale reflection of a deeper need below
Mystery and are the holy forms 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 shining mantle of and disguise

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

And Silver's spell was stronger than the softly smiling
star was burning smaller in the naked light of day
And Silver took her hand again, a man, but sadder
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 magic are the holy forms of
to free the ecstasy that slumbers in your soul