Luyện nghe bài hát The Lovers

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

They the boulevards and bars
they pray to wishing wells and
they the hurricane of hope
not back but on they go
toward the and deceiving
and all the they keep believing
they are special and apart
the lovers, the of the heart... the lovers.

And when pair off two by two
feel they are the chosen few
and though their beds are made of
they feel like in the night
and so the night is never
its of distance and pretending
coz theyre and apart
the lovers, the of the heart... the lovers.

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

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

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

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