Luyện nghe bài hát When She Comes

(Hammill)

Slow in the quiet of the room;
so potent is the smell of her
that you think eternal,
you think she is everything...
but no-one knows she is.
Repentance for all you have said;
her entrance to raise you from the dead
and you think really with you,
and you that she'll always stay,
always ready to you,
always ready to grant you her
but in her own way.
When she comes, she'll be a
struck dumb, try to protest
as the drum out the danger...
too late, you should have
that the with the skin so white,
something out of Blake or Burne-Jones
always out the light
and all you owned.

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

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