Luyện nghe bài hát Blind Curve

(fish / marillion)

A) vocal under a

Last night you said I was cold,
A lonely piece of action from another
I just to be free, I'm happy to be lonely
Can't you stay
Just leave me alone my thoughts
a runaway, just a runaway, I'm saving myself

B) strangers

Strung out below a necklace of lights
Cold moan, held on the of the night
I'm too to fight

So now we're strangers, at single tables
Still to get over, still trying to write love songs for passing strangers
All those passing

And the twinkling lies, all twinkling lies
with the wet ink on the paper

C)

Oh I remember toronto when went down
And we sat and we cried on the
I never felt so
He was the of our own
Some of us go in a blaze of obscurity
Some of us go down in a haze of
The price of infamy, the edge of

Another holiday inn, temporary home
And an interviewer threatened me a microphone
'talk to me, won't you me your stories.'

So I talked conscience and I talked about pain
And he looked out the window and it started to
I maybe I've already gone crazy
So I reached for a bottle and he reached for the
And I picked up the pills crushed on the floor
me to a casual obscenity

D) walk

It would be incredible if we could retrace all the that we lived here
All the
Wasted, I've never been so
I've been this far out before

walk
There's a presence
I feel could have been ancient, I could have mystical

There's a
A childhood, my
My childhood,
A childhood
My childhood, a childhood
Give it to me, give it back to me
A childhood, that childhood, that childhood, that childhood, childhood
Oh please it back to me

E)

I saw a war in a launderette
Washing the memories from her husband's
She had pinned to a threadbare greatcoat
A lump in her throat cemetery eyes

I see convoys curbcrawling west german
Trying to up a war
They're going to even the
Oh... I can't take any
I see flags on factories
Soup ladies poised on the lips of the
I see with vacant stares, destined for rape in the alleyways
Does care, I can't take any more!
Should we say
Hey

I see priests,
The heroes in black plastic under nations' flags
I see children pleading with outstretched hands, in napalm, this is no vietnam

I can't any more, should we say goodbye
How can we
call us civilised!