Luyện nghe bài hát Silver (the Hunger)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Slowly, with the patience of silent desperation
Silver worked his way into the darkness of her
Weaving through her conscience like a chance she might taken
Sadder than the shadows of the love she'll find

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

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