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

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