Luyện nghe bài hát The List

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

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

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

First he heard her voice and then he saw her
She shone just like a crucifix, an instrument of
And they got on children, they got a hotel room
got a new religion, a needle and a spoon

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

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

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

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