Luyện nghe bài hát The Lovers

Up from the pastures of
out from the sea of
they come in packs hungry hounds
Up of the dark enchantment.

They haunt the boulevards and
they pray to wishing wells and
they the hurricane of hope
not looking but on they go
toward the distance and
and all the while they believing
they are special and apart
the lovers, the of the heart... the lovers.

And when they off two by two
feel they are the chosen few
and their beds are made of straw
feel like velvet in the night
and so the is never ending
its made of distance and
coz theyre special and
the lovers, the of the heart... the lovers.

And when love goes
and love goes...
goodbye...
catches in throats like cotton
in their hearts like rain
the times suddenly are all forgotten
the hunt again.

They the subways and the streets
faces tired, like their feet
their bodies to be warm
and so they behind the moon
their loneliness inside them
but take comfort in just knowing
that are special and apart
the lovers, the lovers of the heart... the

And when love again
and when comes
hello...
rises from their like singing
in their hearts like wind
the things
strangers in arms are bringing
life all right again.

They their faces to the light
no longer in the night
so unashamed and
that they can each others faults
and the waltz will have its ending
there is no harm in pretending
that they are special and
the lovers, the of the heart... the lovers.