Luyện nghe bài hát Blind Curve

(fish / marillion)

A) vocal under a

Last night you I was cold, untouchable
A lonely of action from another town
I just want to be free, I'm to be lonely
Can't you away?
Just leave me alone my thoughts
Just a runaway, a runaway, I'm saving myself

B) strangers

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

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

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

C)

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

Another inn, another temporary home
And an threatened me with a microphone
to me, won't you tell me your stories.'

So I talked about conscience and I about pain
And he looked out the window and it to rain
I thought maybe I've already gone
So I reached for a bottle and he reached for the
And I up the sleeping pills crushed on the floor
Inviting me to a obscenity

D) perimeter

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

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

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

E)

I saw a war widow in a
Washing the memories her husband's clothes
She had medals to a threadbare greatcoat
A lump in her throat with cemetery

I see convoys curbcrawling west autobahns
to pick up a war
They're going to the score
Oh... I take any more
I see black flags on
Soup ladies poised on the of the poor
I see children with vacant stares, for rape in the alleyways
Does anybody care, I take any more!
we say goodbye?
Hey

I see priests,
The heroes in black body-bags under nations' flags
I see children pleading outstretched hands, drenched in napalm, this is no vietnam

I can't take any more, should we say
How can we
They us civilised!