Luyện nghe bài hát Silver (the Hunger)

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

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

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

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

moved instinctively within her soft defenses
Soon unfolding mysteries never seen before
And an ancient need, she slipped inside his senses
And Silver 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 to try to lead her to the sunlight from her shadows
the line between her laughter and her lies

But Silver his magic with the legend he'd abandoned
Love had stripped him of illusion and it's charms
one long night her changing 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
Silver pale reflection of a need below
Mystery and magic are the forms of madness
Sacred as the ecstasy that slumbers in your

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

Slowly, with the patience born of desperation
Silver worked his way into the darkness of her
Weaving through her like 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 stranger
Whose was burning smaller in the naked light of day
And Silver her hand again, a wiser man, but sadder
Ready for the stranger who would steal her love

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