Luyện nghe bài hát When She Comes

(Hammill)

Slow motion in the quiet of the
so is the smell of her perfume
that you she's eternal,
that you she is everything...
but no-one knows she is.
Repentance for all you should said;
her entrance seems to raise you the dead
and you she's really with you,
and you that she'll always stay,
always to forgive you,
ready to grant you her mercy
but in her own way.
When she comes, she'll be a
struck dumb, try to protest
as the beats out the danger...
too late, you have noticed
that the lady with the so white,
like out of Blake or Burne-Jones
blocked out the light
and all you owned.

Still you she's forever,
and tomorrow...
but knows where she is.
Still you that you can win her
and your prayer is that she'll you;
aware - a saint, now you're a sinner
and sins are going to haunt you
when the with her skin so white
something out of Edgar Allan Poe
holds hand so very tight
and you hope that she'll let go.

Easy targets, easy crosswords, easy
key margins leave you balanced on the knife,
darkly.
In the end it all comes down to bargains.
That hidden key - you tried so hard to it,
all you can is the effort to be worthy;
even now you to be reminded
that La Belle is without mercy.
The lady with her so white -
you did quite catch her name -
now she holds you in the
and never let go again,
never let go again.