Luyện nghe bài hát Tower One

Faces at a window, fingers at the bars. A fly skips from an
eyebrow to an elbow, across a scar. And stars are as the
wind bites - doesn't leave a mark... the Tower stands
- a beacon in the dark.
And no-one names a committed, no-one blames a soul. Their cases
heard so long ago - forget parole. And faculties are failing
because they're really old. And sick. And tired, much too
jaded. How weep, cos how they hate it.
Sky dye on her fingers. The air was turning blue, as
whispered, 'Blindfold's - you wouldn't like the view! She
shook her head and back, "I'd like to see this through." Then
the line of hostages - was 13th in the queue.
Rusty and armoured pillows stuffed with silver pins.
Collecting lives like butterflies, keep all locked in. Tattoo
with a star, write a on the chin... It's not for turning.
Slowly learning. Stomach churns, the burning... No-one has the
key to the Tower.
And if you listen carefully, you'll hear a cry. Torn screaming
from her mother's womb - the nearly died. But the torment never
stops, it's written right across the 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...