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

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