Luyện nghe bài hát Silver (the Hunger)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Slowly, the patience born of silent desperation
Silver worked his way into the 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 than the softly smiling stranger
Whose star was burning smaller in the light of day
And Silver took her again, a wiser man, but sadder
Ready for the 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 that slumbers in your