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

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