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 rivers, farms, and state lines
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
finger in 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 just voices
Your words in my memory
Are like music to me

I'm miles from where you are,
I lay down on the cold ground
I, I 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 eyelids
And pick up from
The last place we left off
Your skin is weeping
A joy you can't 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
and sets me in your warm arms

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 warm arms