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

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

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

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

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

After I have travelled so far
We'd set the fire to the third bar
We'd share each other like an island
Until exhausted, close our eyelids
And dreaming, pick up from
The 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 something picks me up
and sets me down in your warm arms

I'm miles from 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