Luyện nghe bài hát Bitter Suite

A spider wanders within the warmth of a shadow
Not the regal of border caves
But the poor, misguided, direction familiar
Of some obscure poet

The mist crawls from the like some primordial phantom of romance
To curl, under a cascade of neon
While I sit tied to the phone an expectant father
Your carnation rot in a vase

A train sleeps in a
The driver guzzles can of lager, lager
To wash away the of a Friday night down at the club

She was a at sixteen
She'll be a at thirty four
Her mother her beautiful
Her said, "A whore"

The sky was Bible black in
I met the Magdalene
She was paralyzed in a
She refused to give her

And a ring of bruises
were pinned upon her arm
Two hundred for sanctuary
And she led me by the

To a room of shadows
Where all the disappears
And from glowing of candles
I her whisper in my ear

"'J'entend ton coeur"
"'J'entend ton coeur"
I can hear your
I can hear your
I can your heart

Hear heart
I hear your

It's getting late, for scribbling and on the paper
Something's give under this pressure
And the cracks are already beginning to

too late
The weekend career girl never the plane
They this could never happen again
Oh, so wrong, so

This time it seems to be misplaced rendezvous
This time, it's like another misplaced rendezvous
you
The of you, you

On the of nowhere
On the road to somewhere
On the of indecision
always take the roundabout way

Waiting on the
For I was born with a from a sign
The of the windswept thumb
And the sign of the
on me