Luyện nghe bài hát Bruised Orange

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

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

You can gaze out the window, get mad and get
Throw hands in the air, say what 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 watch sit there
Wrapped up in a of your very own chain of sorrow

been brought down to zero, pulled out and put back there
I sat on a park bench, kissed the girl with the hair
And my head shouted to my heart
"You look 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 carry those bruises to you wherever you go

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

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

My in the ice house, come 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 howl naked nuder
An altar boy's hit by a local commuter
Just from walking with his back
To the train that was so slow

You can gaze out the window, get mad and get
Throw your 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 grows and grows bitter
You become your own prisoner as you watch yourself sit
Wrapped up in a trap of very own chain of sorrow