Luyện nghe bài hát Silver (the Hunger)

Silver was a rounder a wicked reputation
Music was his and his madness rolled 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 through a thirsty world of strangers
Carving out a legend in a forsaken land
Silver took his pleasures just as freely as he gave
'Cause hungry eyes quick enough for Silver's flashing hands

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

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 ecstasy that slumbers in your

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

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

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

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

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

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

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