Luyện nghe bài hát Broken Horse

October's got those orange
But somehow I still lost
When you lifted the lid off of my head
And me goodnight
it be a thorn in my side
We never quite that horse
She in the cul-de-sac rye
Seven from my front porch

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

The stitches in winter clothes
Your bows
We stole your hair to make
We're for the iron shoes
We to you
And stuck you in the rain
You sprinted away, sprinted
To where I know
moving in your bloodstream
Where the beats aren't so slow

You swept all the red from my
I didn't you come back inside
I up the gas in the den
And stand there in the winter light
But oh god curve in your spine
A question
A sign was framed by the windowsill
And you saw I did not in the night
You saw I did not in the night

The stitches in your clothes
Your cello
We stole your to make them
sorry for the iron shoes
We to you
And you in the rain alone
You sprinted away, away
To where I don't
(God's moving in your
Where the beats aren't so slow) x3
(It's moving in your
Where the cross beats so slow) x3