Luyện nghe bài hát The Lovers

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

They haunt the and bars
they to wishing wells and stars
they the hurricane of hope
not back but on they go
toward the and deceiving
and all the while they believing
that they are special and
the lovers, the of the heart... the lovers.

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

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

They search the subways and the
their faces tired, their feet
their aching to be warm
and so hide behind the moon
their loneliness inside growing
but take comfort in just knowing
that they are special and
the lovers, the of the heart... the lovers

And when love again
and when love
hello...
from their throats like singing
catches in their like wind
the things
in their arms are bringing
makes all right again.

They turn their faces to the
no longer hiding in the
so and unafraid
that they can each others faults
and though the waltz have its ending
there is no harm in just
that they are and apart
the lovers, the of the heart... the lovers.