Luyện nghe bài hát The List

He was a clubland caller, he was younger than he
Settled like a down in the east-end Neon belt
Well he to be a believer, til the city got its grip
Now if theres any holiness left, he cant remember it

She was a butterfly, crashed in 92
Into some veiled little suburb they bulldozed through
Where the little fat angels guard the harvest they should
Well its now but it used to be the woods
It to be the woods

And, oh its a lonely little
And oh, its a little tune
And if my is on that list I guess Ill see you soon

First he heard her voice and he saw her face
She shone just like a crucifix, an of grace
And they got on like children, they got a room
They got a new religion, a needle and a

And they gave to the heavens, but the devil held their hands
And they walked that divide between Disciples and partisans
And the brown and the Bible, they were quite enough
But the life that grew inside her well felt a bit like love
felt a bit like

And, oh its a little town
And oh, its a lonely little
And if my name is on that list I Ill see you soon
And if my name is on list I guess Ill see you soon

The seasons are a metronome, the and the wild
The took his heart away, the spring it took her child
And the honeyed of summer is sweet and overgrown
But its autumn sings its not too late To find your way back home
To your way back home

And a bell reminds them, or the singing in the wind
The striking of a match, the smell of
And some folks are drawn to the flames, and some just to hide
But the lonely are the prettiest of all, burn from the inside
They burn the inside
Yeah, the are the prettiest of all, they burn from the inside