Luyện nghe bài hát Tower One

Faces at a window, fingers clutching at the bars. A fly skips an
eyebrow to an elbow, across a scar. And are laughing as the
wind bites - doesn't leave a mark... because the Tower
impregnable - a 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 rather old. And sick. And tired, much too
jaded. How they weep, cos how hate it.
Sky dye on her fingers. The air was turning blue, as
whispered, 'Blindfold's optional - you wouldn't the view! She
shook her head and back, "I'd like to see this through." Then
joined the of hostages - was 13th in the queue.
Rusty chains and armoured pillows stuffed with pins.
Collecting lives butterflies, keep them all locked in. Tattoo
with a star, write a number on the chin... not for turning.
learning. Stomach churns, the fire's burning... No-one has the
key to the Tower.
And if you listen carefully, hear a baby cry. Torn screaming
from her mother's womb - the lady died. But the torment never
stops, it's written right across the eyes of and Jeannie,
Charlotte, Renie, Uncle Geoff, Julie, Audrey, Johnny, Andy,
Mandy, Algernon. And Barbarella, Shelly, Napoleon. Winston, April,
Philip, Roland, Barry, Sally, Patrick, Me! Me! Mimi...