Luyện nghe bài hát Silver (the Hunger)

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

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

Then once upon escaping from the of silk and shadows
Sudden growin' sicker of the secrets and the
He stumbled onto 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 reflection of a need below
Mystery and are the holy forms of madness
as the ecstasy that slumbers in your soul

Silver moved within her soft defenses
Soon unfolding mysteries he'd seen before
And wakening an ancient need, she slipped inside his
And Silver took it as the closing of a door

Then soon he the secret fears she'd hidden with her sorrows
Darker than her raven hair and deeper than her
And dared to try to lead her to the sunlight her shadows
Following the line her laughter and her lies

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

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

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

Slowly, with the patience born of silent
Silver his way into the darkness of her mind
Weaving through her conscience like a she might have taken
Sadder than the shadows of the she'll never find

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

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