Luyện nghe bài hát When She Comes

(Hammill)

Slow motion in the of the room;
so is the smell of her perfume
you think she's eternal,
that you she is everything...
but knows what she is.
for all you should have said;
her entrance seems to raise you from the
and you think really with you,
and you think that always stay,
ready to forgive you,
always to grant you her mercy
but in her own way.
When she comes, she'll be a
struck dumb, you'll try to
as the beats out the danger...
too late, you should have
that the with the skin so white,
something out of Blake or Burne-Jones
always out the light
and all you owned.

you think she's forever,
and tomorrow...
but no-one knows she is.
you swear that you can win her
and your prayer is that she'll want
aware - once a saint, now a sinner
and your are going to haunt you
when the lady with her skin so
like out of Edgar Allan Poe
holds hand so very tight
and you hope that she'll let go.

Easy targets, easy crosswords, easy
these key margins leave you on the knife,
darkly.
In the end it all comes to sleazy bargains.
That hidden key - you tried so to find it,
all you can conceive is the effort to be
even now you to be reminded
that La Belle is without mercy.
The with her skin so white -
you did quite catch her name -
now she you in the night
and she'll let go again,
she'll let go again.