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

  find the map and draw a straight line
 Over  farms, and state lines
 The distance from 'A' to where  be
 It's only finger-lengths Jobby that I 
 I touch the place where I'd find your 
  finger in creases of distant dark places
 
 I hang my coat up in the first 
 There is  peace that I've found so far
 The laughter penetrates my 
  drunken men find flaws in science
 
 Their words mostly 
 Ghosts with just 
 Your words in  memory
 Are like  to me
 
 I'm miles from  you are,
 I  down on the cold ground
 I, I pray that something picks me 
 And sets me down in your warm 
 
 After I have travelled  far
 We'd set the fire to the third 
 We'd share each other like  island
 Until  close our eyelids
  dreaming, pick up from
 The last  we left off
 Your soft skin  weeping
 A joy you  keep in
 
 I'm miles from where  are,
 I lay down  the cold ground
 And I, I pray  something picks me up
 and sets me  in your warm arms
 
 I'm miles from  you are,
 I lay down on  cold ground
 and I, I pray  something picks me up
  sets me down in your warm arms