Luyện nghe bài hát When She Comes

(Hammill)

Slow motion in the of the room;
so is the smell of her perfume
you think she's eternal,
that you she is everything...
but no-one knows she is.
Repentance for all you should have
her seems to raise you from the dead
and you think really with you,
and you that she'll always stay,
ready to forgive you,
always ready to you her mercy
but in her own way.
When she comes, she'll be a
struck dumb, try to protest
as the beats out the danger...
too late, you should have
that the lady with the so white,
like something out of Blake or
blocked out the light
and all you owned.

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

Easy targets, easy crosswords, easy
these key margins leave you on the knife,
darkly.
In the end it all comes down to bargains.
That hidden key - you tried so to find it,
all you can is the effort to be worthy;
even now you need to be
that La Belle is without mercy.
The lady with her skin so -
you never did catch her name -
now she you in the night
and never let go again,
she'll let go again.