Luyện nghe bài hát The Lovers

Up the pastures 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 wishing and stars
they ride the of hope
not back but on they go
toward the distance and
and all the while keep believing
that they are and apart
the lovers, the of the heart... the lovers.

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

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

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

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

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