Luyện nghe bài hát Broken Horse

October's got orange eyes
But somehow I still sight
When you the lid off of my pumpkin head
And me goodnight
it be a thorn in my side
We never quite broke that
She in the cul-de-sac rye
Seven miles from my front

Bundle up and with me now
Down the to the burnt down barn
We could a blanket of coats
And breathe our souls into the neighbours lawn
But oh god look in your eye
that does not search words
It sprung from the vine
And are waiting to to the dirt

The stitches in your clothes
Your cello
We stole your hair to make
We're sorry for the shoes
We to you
And you in the rain alone
You sprinted away, away
To where I don't
God's moving in bloodstream
Where the beats aren't so slow

You swept all the red my cheeks
I didn't hear you come back
I up the gas in the den
And stand there in the thin light
But oh god that in your spine
A question
A doctor was framed by the windowsill
And you saw I did not in the night
You saw something I did not in the

The in your winter clothes
cello bows
We stole your hair to them
We're for the iron shoes
We to you
And stuck you in the alone
You sprinted away, away
To where I don't
(God's in your bloodstream
Where the cross aren't so slow) x3
(It's moving in bloodstream
the cross beats aren't so slow) x3