Luyện nghe bài hát Ballad Of An Onion Sprout

O lovely
Lovely think your so cleaver
Wrapped up in hopeless
Ready to
Onion your to sprout

The dont
It dont make anything
Shrinks your soul 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 doubt
that white man comes about

Your heart will
Larger than the tower
blood of Paris flowers
Into the
Of non-natives you found

To be
With old
of mind

You buy
Or be
To lie

Grab gun
Little
And make things

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