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

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