Luyện nghe bài hát Smother Love

The romance is the ideal repression
That you seek, that you dream of, you look for in the streets
That you find in the magazines, the cinema, the glossy
And the music spins you and round looking for the props
The silken robe, the perfect little
Will give you the illusion when it mean a thing
Step outside into the street and from the wall
Is perfection of the happiness that makes you so small
Romance, can you dance? fit the right description?
Do you me? Do you love me?
Do you want me for your
Do you me, say you need me
So you that I'm the one
me I'm your everything, let us build a home
We can build a house for two, with little to follow
The proof of our normality justifies tomorrow
Romance,
Do you me? Say you do
We can leave the world behind and it just for two
Love don't make the go round, it holds it right in place
Keeps us thinking love's too pure to see another
Love's another skin-trap, social weapon
Another way to men slaves and women at their beckon
Love's sterile gift, another shit condition
That keeps us seeing the one and others not existing
in a holy myth, a gift of mans expression
She's sweet, defenceless, golden-eyed, a gift of gods
If we didn't these codes for love, of tokens and positions
We'd find as lovers still, not tokens of possessions
It's a natural, it's a romance, without the power and
We can fight to life the cover if you to sow a seed
Do you love me? Do you? Do Don't you see they aim to smother
The possibilities of seeing all the others?