🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Set The Fire To The Third Bar (ft. Martha Wainwright) - Snow Patrol

 I find the map  draw a straight line
 Over rivers,  and state lines
  distance from 'A' to where you'd be
 It's only finger-lengths  that I see
 I touch the place where I'd find  face
  finger in creases of distant dark places
 
 I hang  coat up in the first bar
 There is no peace  I've found so far
 The laughter penetrates my 
 As drunken men find flaws in 
 
 Their  mostly noises
 Ghosts with just 
 Your words in my 
 Are  music to me
 
 I'm miles from where you 
 I  down on the cold ground
 I, I pray that something picks  up
  sets me down in your warm arms
 
 After I have  so far
 We'd set  fire to the third bar
 We'd share each other like  island
 Until exhausted,  our eyelids
 And dreaming, pick up 
 The last place we  off
  soft skin is weeping
 A joy you can't  in
 
  miles from where you are,
 I lay down on the  ground
 And I, I  that something picks me up
 and sets me down in your  arms
 
 I'm miles from where you 
  lay down on the cold ground
 and I, I pray that  picks me up
 and sets me down  your warm arms