Luyện nghe bài hát Bitter Suite

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

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

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

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

The sky was Bible in Lyon
I met the Magdalene
She was in a streetlight
She refused to give her

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

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

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

your 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 career girl boarded the plane
They said this could never happen
Oh, so wrong, so

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

On the of nowhere
On the road to somewhere
On the of indecision
I'll always take the way

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