Luyện nghe bài hát Ballad Of An Onion Sprout

O lovely
Lovely dont your so cleaver
Wrapped up in hopeless
to pout
Onion your to sprout

The dont
It dont make better
Shrinks soul just like wet leather
to a cow
And when your luck comes

You can
The
Of all

a scroll
To a
Ball of

it up
To the sun
Watch it

O gal
rely on that dream catcher
To filter out with its
All of your
When that white man comes

heart will grow
Larger the Eiffel tower
blood of Paris flowers
Into the
Of those you found

To be
their old
State of

You buy
Or be
To lie

Grab gun
Little
And things right

Consummate yourself and the reigns
Down the bridal path to a place
I will meet you dying in grace
Soak up all the tears off of face
And watch you without a trace