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

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