Luyện nghe bài hát Blown Away

Out the trees there is nothing to burn
Just an empty gas station, left to me in a
Just a plate of bad habits and plenty of salt for the
Just a plate of china and plenty of salt for the wounds
At night are voices
By the old station
They come an angel with a kerosene tongue
She "there is trouble, a trouble that no one can name"
She "help is too late when the memory doesn't remain"

Blown down the
Let the trouble
Get blown
Never back again

Down on the wind
on the troubled wind

You can come on the nightbus and a few days
You can set some explosions and fall in this bed
But I that you won't stay with hundreds of miles to go
Trouble has no friends trouble needs some place to go

down the wind
Let the trouble