Luyện nghe bài hát Silver (the Hunger)

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

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

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

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

Silver instinctively within her soft defenses
Soon unfolding mysteries he'd never seen
And wakening an 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 her raven hair and deeper than her eyes
And to try to lead her to the sunlight from her shadows
Following the line between her laughter and her

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

Because hunger, is the surface, of a pool of sadness
Silver pale reflection of a deeper need
Mystery and magic are the forms of madness
Sacred as the that slumbers in your soul

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

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

And Silver's was stronger than the softly smiling stranger
Whose star was burning smaller in the naked of day
And Silver took her hand again, a 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 magic are the holy of madness
Sworn to the ecstasy that slumbers in your soul