Luyện nghe bài hát Silver (the Hunger)

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

Winding like a through a thirsty world of strangers
out a legend in a dream forsaken land
Silver took his just as freely as he gave them
'Cause hungry eyes quick enough for Silver's flashing hands

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

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

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

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

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

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

Silver stared in at the tangled scene before him
Time was burning frozen in the oceans of his
And sadly turning backwards to the world that forsaken
He donned the shining mantle of deception and

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

And Silver's spell was stronger 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

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