Luyện nghe bài hát Blown Away

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

Blown down the
Let the begin
Get blown
Never look back

on the troubled wind
Down on the troubled

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

Blown the wind
Let the begin