Luyện nghe bài hát The Lovers

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

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

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

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

They the subways and the streets
their faces tired, like their
their bodies to be warm
and so they hide behind the
their loneliness inside growing
but they take comfort in knowing
they are special and apart
the lovers, the of the heart... the lovers

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

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