Luyện nghe bài hát The Curse

He opens his
Falls in at first sight
the girl in the doorway
What beautiful
full of life
After thousands of years, what a face to up to

He holds back a
As she his arm
She dusts off the bed til now he's been sleeping
Under of stone
The dry fig of his
scarab and bone
Starts back to its

She carries him
In a beautiful
He watches the sea a porthole in stowage
He can hear all she
As she by his bed
And one day his lips her
In her own
The quickly pass
He making her laugh
The first time he it's her hair that he touches
She "Are you cursed?"
He says "I think I'm cured."
Then he talks of the Nile and the girls in rushes?

In New he is laid
In a glass case
He he is dead
People crowd to see him
But at she comes round
And the two wander the halls of the tomb
That she calls a
But he to rest
less and less
Then it's her that looks
Staying up asking
He learns how to
the papers that she is writing about him
Then he makes
his face on her book
More to look
Families from
West-Siders
Then one day too much
He to get up
Then as chaos he walks outside to find her
She is a cane
And her face too pale
But she's to see him
As they he supports her
She "Are you cursed?"
But his is obscured
In a sandstorm of
Rowdy

Such
The two the nation
He out of limos
Meets women
He of her fondly
nights in the museum
She's just one more rag now he's behind him
She stops out
She just there in bed
In hotels in towns they are speaking
Then her starts to set
And her start to fold
Then one day the dry fig of her heart stops its

Long ago on the
She why pyramids
He "Think of them as an immense invitation."
She "Are you cursed?"
He says "I that I'm cured."
Then he her and hoped
That she'd that question