Luyện nghe bài hát Blown Away

Out past the trees there is nothing to
an empty gas station, left to me in a will
Just a plate of bad habits and plenty of for the wounds
Just a plate of bone china and plenty of salt for the
At night are voices
By the old station
come from an angel with a kerosene tongue
She "there is trouble, a trouble that no one can name"
She say's: "help is too late when the memory remain"

Blown down the
Let the trouble
Get blown
Never back again

Down on the troubled
Down on the troubled

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

Blown the wind
Let the trouble