Luyện nghe bài hát When She Comes

(Hammill)

Slow in the quiet of the room;
so potent is the smell of her
you think she's eternal,
that you she is everything...
but knows what she is.
Repentance for all you should said;
her entrance to raise you from the dead
and you think she's with you,
and you think that always stay,
always ready to you,
always 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 should have
the lady with the skin so white,
like out of Blake or Burne-Jones
always blocked out the
and all you owned.

Still you think forever,
and tomorrow...
but no-one where she is.
Still you swear you can win her
and your prayer is that want you;
aware - once a saint, now you're a
and your are going to haunt you
when the lady with her skin so
something out of Edgar Allan Poe
holds your hand so tight
and you hope she'll never let go.

Easy targets, easy crosswords, life:
these key margins you balanced on the knife,
darkly.
In the end it all comes to sleazy bargains.
hidden key - you tried so hard to find it,
all you can conceive is the effort to be
even now you to be reminded
that La Belle Dame is mercy.
The lady with her so white -
you never did catch her name -
now she holds you in the
and she'll let go again,
never let go again.