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 mercury and slippery as a song

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

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

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

moved instinctively within her soft defenses
Soon mysteries he'd never seen before
And wakening an ancient need, she slipped inside his
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 hair and than her eyes
And to try to lead her to the sunlight from her shadows
Following the line her laughter and her lies

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

Because hunger, is the surface, of a darkened 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 in silence at the tangled scene before him
Time was burning in the oceans of his eyes
And turning backwards to the world that he'd forsaken
He the shining mantle of deception and disguise

Slowly, the patience born of silent desperation
Silver worked his way the darkness of her mind
Weaving her conscience 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 star was burning 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

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