Luyện nghe bài hát When She Comes

(Hammill)

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

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

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