Luyện nghe bài hát The Curse

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

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

She him home
In a boat
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 pretends he is
People round to see him
But at night she comes
And the two down the halls of the tomb
That she a museum
But he to rest
Then and less
it's her that looks tired
Staying up asking
He learns how to
From the papers that she is about him
Then he corrections
It's his on her book
come to look
Families Iowa
West-Siders
Then one day it's too
He to get up
as chaos ensues he walks outside to find her
She is a cane
And her looks too pale
But she's to see him
As they he supports her
She "Are you cursed?"
But his answer is
In a sandstorm of
Rowdy

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

Long ago on the
She asked why
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 forget that question