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

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