Luyện nghe bài hát The Lovers

Up from the of boredom
out from the sea of
they come in packs hungry hounds
Up of the dark enchantment.

They haunt the boulevards and
they pray to wishing wells and
they ride the hurricane of
not back but on they go
toward the and deceiving
and all the while they keep
that are special and apart
the lovers, the of the heart... the lovers.

And when pair off two by two
they feel are the chosen few
and though their beds are of straw
they feel like in the night
and so the night is ending
its of distance and pretending
coz theyre special and
the lovers, the of the heart... the lovers.

And when goes away
and love goes...
goodbye...
in their throats like cotton
rises in their like rain
the good times are all forgotten
the hunt again.

They search the and the streets
their faces tired, like their
bodies aching to be warm
and so they hide the moon
their loneliness them growing
but they comfort in just knowing
that are special and apart
the lovers, the of the heart... the lovers

And when love comes
and when comes
hello...
rises from their throats singing
catches in their hearts wind
the things
strangers in arms are bringing
life all right again.

They turn their faces to the
no longer in the night
so and unafraid
that they can face each faults
and though the waltz will have its
there is no harm in pretending
that they are special and
the lovers, the of the heart... the lovers.