Luyện nghe bài hát Blind Curve

(fish / marillion)

A) vocal under a

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

B) strangers

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

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

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

C)

Oh I remember when mylo went down
And we sat and we on the phone
I felt so alone
He was the of our own
Some of us go down in a blaze of
Some of us go in a haze of publicity
The price of infamy, the of insanity

Another holiday inn, 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 talked pain
And he out the window and it started to rain
I thought maybe I've gone crazy
So I reached for a bottle and he reached for the
And I picked up the pills crushed on the floor
Inviting me to a casual

D) walk

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

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

a presence
A childhood, my
My childhood,
A misplaced
My childhood, a childhood
it back to me, give it back to me
A childhood, that childhood, childhood, that childhood, that childhood
Oh please give it to me

E)

I saw a war in a launderette
Washing the memories from her clothes
She had medals to a threadbare greatcoat
A lump in her throat with cemetery

I see convoys curbcrawling west autobahns
Trying to up a war
They're going to the score
Oh... I take any more
I see black on factories
Soup ladies poised on the lips of the
I see children with vacant stares, for rape in the alleyways
Does care, I can't take any more!
we say goodbye?
Hey

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

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