Luyện nghe bài hát The Lovers

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

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

And they pair off two by two
feel they are the chosen few
and though their beds are of straw
they feel velvet in the night
and so the night is ending
its made of distance and
coz theyre special and
the lovers, the of the heart... the lovers.

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

search the subways and the streets
their faces tired, like their
their bodies aching to be
and so they behind the moon
their loneliness them growing
but they take comfort in just
that are special and apart
the lovers, the of the heart... the lovers

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

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