Luyện nghe bài hát Bruised Orange

My heart's in the ice house, hill or come valley
Like a long ago Sunday when I walked the alley
On a winter's morning to a church house
to shovel some snow

I heard sirens on the train track naked gettin' nuder
An altar been hit by a local commuter
Just from walking with his turned
To the that was coming so slow

You can gaze out the window, get mad and get
your hands in the air, say what does it matter?
But it don't do no to get angry so help me, I know

For a heart stained in anger weak and grows bitter
You become your own prisoner as you watch yourself sit
Wrapped up in a trap of your very own of sorrow

been brought down to zero, pulled out and put back there
I sat on a park bench, kissed the girl with the black
And my shouted down to my heart
"You better out below"

Hey, it such a long drop, don't stammer don't stutter
From the diamonds in the to the dirt in the gutter
And you those bruises to remind you wherever you go

You can out the window, get mad and get madder
Throw your hands in the air, say what it matter?
But it do no good to get angry so help me, I know

For a heart stained in anger grows and grows bitter
You become own prisoner as you watch yourself sit there
up in a trap of your very own chain of sorrow

My in the ice house, come hill or come valley
Like a ago Sunday when I walked through the alley
On a cold morning to a church house
Just to shovel some

I heard on the train track howl naked gettin' nuder
An altar boy's hit by a local commuter
Just walking with his back turned
To the that was coming so slow

You can out the window, get mad and get madder
Throw your hands in the air, say does it matter?
But it don't do no good to get so help me, I know

For a heart stained in anger grows and grows bitter
You become your own prisoner as you yourself sit there
up in a trap of your very own chain of sorrow