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
The from 'A' to where you'd be
It's only finger-lengths Jobby that see
I touch the 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
laughter penetrates my silence
As drunken find flaws in science

Their words mostly noises
Ghosts with just voices
Your words in my memory
Are like music 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 far
set the fire to the third bar
We'd share each other like an island
Until exhausted, close our eyelids
dreaming, 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 down in your warm arms

I'm miles 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