Luyện nghe bài hát The List

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

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

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

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

And they gave thanks to the heavens, but the devil held hands
And they walked that great divide between and partisans
And the brown and the Bible, they never quite enough
But the life that grew inside her that felt a bit like love
a bit like love

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

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

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