Luyện nghe bài hát The Lovers

Up the pastures of boredom
out from the sea of
they in packs like hungry hounds
Up of the dark enchantment.

They haunt the and bars
they to wishing wells and stars
they ride the hurricane of
not looking back but on go
the distance and deceiving
and all the while they keep
that they are special and
the lovers, the of the heart... the lovers.

And they pair off two by two
they feel they are the few
and though their beds are made of
they feel velvet in the night
and so the night is ending
its made of distance and
coz special and apart
the lovers, the of the heart... the lovers.

And when love goes
and when goes...
goodbye...
catches in throats like cotton
in their hearts like rain
the good suddenly are all forgotten
the begins again.

They search the subways and the
faces tired, like their feet
their aching to be warm
and so they hide behind the
their loneliness inside growing
but they comfort in just knowing
they are special and apart
the lovers, the of the heart... the lovers

And when comes again
and love comes
hello...
rises from their throats like
in their hearts like wind
the good
strangers in their are bringing
makes life all again.

They turn faces to the light
no longer hiding in the
so and unafraid
that they can face others faults
and though the will have its ending
there is no in just pretending
they are special and apart
the lovers, the of the heart... the lovers.