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

I find the 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 in creases of distant dark

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

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

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

After I have travelled so
We'd set the fire to the third bar
We'd share each other like an island
Until exhausted, our eyelids
And dreaming, pick up from
The last place we left off
Your soft skin is weeping
A joy you can't keep

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

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