Học Tiếng Anh Qua Bài Hát Có Phụ Đề: Set The Fire To The Third Bar (ft. Martha Wainwright)

I the map and draw a straight line
Over rivers, farms, and state lines
The distance from 'A' to where you'd be
It's only finger-lengths Jobby that I see
I touch the place where I'd find your face
My finger creases of distant dark places

I hang my coat up in the first bar
There is no peace that I've found far
The laughter penetrates my silence
As drunken men find flaws in science

Their words mostly noises
Ghosts with just
Your words in my memory
Are like music to me

I'm miles from where you are,
I lay down on cold ground
I, I pray that something picks me up
And sets me down in your warm arms

After I have travelled so far
We'd set the fire to third bar
We'd share each other like an island
Until exhausted, close our
And dreaming, pick up from
The last place we left off
Your soft skin is weeping
A joy you keep in

I'm miles from where you are,
I lay down on the cold ground
And I, I pray that something picks me up
sets me down in your warm arms

I'm miles from where you are,
lay down on the cold ground
and I, I pray that something picks me up
and sets me down in your warm arms