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 charmed the fairest hearts of this world's maidens
Quick as silver mercury and slippery as a

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

Then once escaping from the world of silk and shadows
Sudden growin' sicker of the and the shame
He stumbled onto something real that beckoned a candle
And never backwards, he surrendered to the flame

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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