Luyện nghe bài hát Silver (the Hunger)

Silver was a rounder with a wicked
Music was his and his madness rolled in one
It's said he the fairest hearts of this world's fairest maidens
Quick as silver and slippery as a song

Winding like a through a thirsty world of strangers
out a legend in a dream forsaken land
Silver took his pleasures just as as he gave them
'Cause hungry eyes 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 something that beckoned like a candle
And never lookin' backwards, he surrendered to the

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

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

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

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

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

stared 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 shining mantle of deception and

Slowly, with the patience of silent desperation
worked his way into the darkness of her mind
Weaving through her conscience like a she might have taken
Sadder than the shadows of the love never find

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

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