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 distance from 'A' to where be
It's only finger-lengths Jobby that I see
I touch the place I'd find your face
My finger in creases of distant dark places

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

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

I'm miles from where you are,
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
We'd set fire to the third bar
We'd share each other like an island
Until exhausted, close our eyelids
And dreaming, pick up from
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 down in your warm arms