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