Luyện nghe bài hát When She Comes

(Hammill)

Slow motion in the quiet of the
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 should said;
her entrance seems to raise you from the
and you think she's really you,
and you think she'll always stay,
always ready to you,
always ready to you her mercy
but in her own way.
When she comes, she'll be a
dumb, you'll try to protest
as the drum out the danger...
too late, you should have
that the lady the skin so white,
something out of Blake or Burne-Jones
always out the light
and all you owned.

Still you think forever,
and tomorrow...
but no-one knows she is.
you swear that you can win her
and your prayer is that want you;
aware - once a saint, now a sinner
and your sins are going to you
when the lady with her so white
like out of Edgar Allan Poe
holds hand so very tight
and you hope that never let go.

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