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.

haunt the boulevards and bars
they pray to wishing wells and
ride the hurricane of hope
not back but on they go
toward the distance and
and all the while they keep
that are special and apart
the lovers, the of the heart... the lovers.

And when pair off two by two
they they are the chosen few
and though their 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 goes away
and when goes...
goodbye...
catches in their throats like
in their hearts like rain
the good times are all forgotten
the begins again.

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

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

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