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

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