Luyện nghe bài hát Broken Horse

October's got those orange
But I still lost sight
When you the lid off of my pumpkin head
And kissed me
it be a thorn in my side
We never quite broke horse
She slept in the rye
Seven from my front porch

Bundle up and come me now
Down the road to the burnt down
We could make a of coats
And breathe our into the neighbours front lawn
But oh god look in your eye
that does not search words
It from the biblical vine
And are waiting to return to the

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

You swept all the red my cheeks
I didn't hear you come inside
I up the gas in the den
And stand there in the thin light
But oh god that curve in spine
A mark
A doctor sign was 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 your hair to make them
We're sorry for the iron
We to you
And stuck you in the rain
You sprinted away, away
To I don't know
(God's in your bloodstream
Where the cross beats so slow) x3
(It's moving in your
Where the beats aren't so slow) x3