Luyện nghe bài hát Tower One

Faces at a window, fingers clutching at the bars. A fly skips an
eyebrow to an elbow, a scar. And stars are laughing as the
wind bites - doesn't a mark... because the Tower stands
- a beacon in the dark.
And no-one names a crime committed, blames a soul. Their cases
heard so long ago - forget about parole. And faculties are
because they're really rather old. And sick. And tired, too
jaded. How they weep, cos how hate it.
Sky dye on her fingers. The air was blue, as captain
whispered, 'Blindfold's optional - you wouldn't the view! She
shook her head and shouted back, "I'd like to see this through."
joined the line of - was 13th in the queue.
Rusty and armoured pillows stuffed with silver pins.
Collecting lives like butterflies, them all locked in. Tattoo
a star, write a number on the chin... It's not for turning.
Slowly learning. churns, the fire's burning... No-one has the
key to the Tower.
And if you listen carefully, you'll hear a baby cry. Torn
from her mother's womb - the lady died. But the torment never
stops, written right across the eyes of George and Jeannie,
Charlotte, Renie, Geoff, Cousin Julie, Audrey, Johnny, Andy,
Mandy, Algernon. And Barbarella, Shelly, Napoleon. Winston, April,
Philip, Roland, Barry, Sally, Patrick, Me! Me! Mimi...