Luyện nghe bài hát When She Comes

(Hammill)

Slow in the quiet of the room;
so potent is the of her perfume
that you think eternal,
you think she is everything...
but knows what she is.
Repentance for all you should said;
her entrance seems to you from the dead
and you think really with you,
and you think that always stay,
always to forgive you,
always ready to you her mercy
but in her own way.
When she comes, she'll be a
struck dumb, you'll try to
as the drum out the danger...
too late, you should have
that the lady with the so white,
like out of Blake or Burne-Jones
always out the light
and all you owned.

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

Easy targets, crosswords, easy life:
these key leave you balanced on the knife,
darkly.
In the end it all comes down to bargains.
That key - you tried so hard to find it,
all you can conceive is the to be worthy;
now you need to be reminded
that La Dame is without mercy.
The with her skin so white -
you never did quite catch her -
now she you in the night
and never let go again,
never let go again.