Luyện nghe bài hát The Lovers

Up from the of boredom
out the sea of discontent
they come in packs like hounds
Up seekers of the enchantment.

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

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

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

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

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

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