Luyện nghe bài hát The Curse

He his eyes
Falls in love at first
With the girl in the
What beautiful
Heart of life
After thousands of years, a face to wake up to

He holds a sigh
As she his arm
She dusts off the bed where til now he's been
Under mires of
The dry fig of his
Under and bone
Starts to its beating

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

In New he is laid
In a covered case
He pretends he is
crowd round to see him
But at night she round
And the two wander the halls of the tomb
she calls a museum
But he to rest
Then less and
Then her that looks tired
Staying up questions
He how to read
From the papers that she is about him
Then he corrections
It's his on her book
More come to
from Iowa
Upper
Then one day too much
He to get up
Then as chaos ensues he walks outside to her
She is using a
And her face too pale
But happy to see him
As they he supports her
She "Are you cursed?"
But his answer is
In a sandstorm of
Rowdy

reanimation
The two the nation
He out of limos
other women
He speaks of her
Their in the museum
She's just one more rag now dragging behind him
She stops out
She just there in bed
In hotels in whatever they are speaking
her face starts to set
And her hands to fold
one day the dry fig of her heart stops its beating

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