Luyện nghe bài hát Silver (the Hunger)

Silver was a rounder with a reputation
was his magic and his madness rolled in one
It's he charmed the fairest hearts of this world's fairest maidens
Quick as silver and slippery 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 quick enough for Silver's flashing hands

once upon escaping from the world of silk and shadows
Sudden growin' 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 of sadness
Silver pale reflection of a deeper below
Mystery and magic are the holy of madness
Sacred as the ecstasy slumbers in your soul

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

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

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

Because hunger, is the surface, of a pool of sadness
Silver pale of a deeper need below
and magic are the holy forms of madness
Sacred as the 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 backwards to the that he'd forsaken
He the shining mantle of deception and disguise

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

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

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