Luyện nghe bài hát The Lovers

Up the pastures of boredom
out the sea of discontent
they come in like hungry hounds
Up seekers of the enchantment.

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

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

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

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

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

They turn their to the light
no longer in the night
so and unafraid
that can face each others faults
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.