Luyện nghe bài hát Bruised Orange

My heart's in the ice house, come hill or come
Like a long ago Sunday when I walked through the
On a cold morning to a church house
Just to shovel snow

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

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

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

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

Hey, it ain't such a long drop, don't stammer don't
the diamonds in the sidewalk 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 don't do no good to get so help me, I know

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

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

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

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

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