Luyện nghe bài hát Bitter Suite

A spider wanders aimlessly within the of a shadow
Not the regal creature of caves
But the poor, misguided, less familiar
Of obscure Scottish poet

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

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

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

The sky was Bible in Lyon
When I met the
She was paralyzed in a
She to give her name

And a of violet bruises
They pinned upon her arm
Two hundred francs for
And she led me by the

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

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

Hear heart
I hear heart

getting late, for scribbling and scratching on the paper
Something's gonna under this pressure
And the are already beginning to show

It's too
The weekend girl never boarded the plane
They this could never happen again
Oh, so wrong, so

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

On the outskirts of
On the ring road to
On the verge of
I'll take the roundabout way

on the rain
For I was born a habit from a sign
The of the windswept thumb
And the sign of the
on me